𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

05; a goodbye note✔️

A Goodbye Note

Imagine 5:

Dear Daniel,

This is your best friend, Y/n. I wanted to tell you in person, but I couldn't. I couldn't say what I need to, in public.

I know you're happy and I'm so happy that you are; you deserve it. She makes you happier than I have ever seen you, and I'm so grateful for that.

But there's something that I've been needing to tell you. .

I love you, Daniel James Seavey. This isn't the best way to tell you, but go with it.

We've been best friends for years so me telling you how I feel is difficult. The thought that our friendship could be torn so easily because of this is truly terrifying.

I see the way you look at her, so don't call me telling me that you don't love her— I know that's not true. So stay with her. Stay with the one that makes you happy.

I'm not doing this to ruin a healthy relationship, but I'm telling you because I'm leaving. It's for the best.

When you get this, I already left. So don't come looking for me because you're not going to find me. I'm not going to tell you where I am, it's just easier this way.

Have a good life Daniel. I love you.

Please don't cry. Don't let yourself be sad because it's not your fault that I'm gone.

Marry her, Daniel. I've seen the look in your eyes when you talk about her. I know you want to. Just do it because you love her and she loves you.

I will always love you, Daniel.

Forever and Always.

Goodbye Daniel.

Sincerely,
Your best friend, Y/n

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Daniel toppled to the ground, the torn paper nearly ripped in shreds from the deathly grip he held on it. Although the sun was bright and burning gleefully, storm met Daniel's blue eyes, wind blowing rain from his clouds.

His best friend— a friend of many loyal years— has packed up and left, due to the realization of her feelings for him. His brain aches with the need to process such information, but none of it clicks— it seeps like blood on carpet, staining the area skillfully, but it never exists and empties into the other side.

The only thought able to be sneered into his brain like an evermore tattoo was the picture of her expressing the romantic feelings to his face, where she'd undoubtedly flush a crimson red and speak softly, like an unforgiving melody.

This wasn't the case, however, because she was truly gone, and though the idea of chasing her has spurred in his mind, he didn't. He sat frozen, his blinking eyes blurring his surroundings and reality until it morphed into an everlasting nightmare.

How could she move on without sparking a conversation, where'd they sit at a table and speak like adults about the matter? About her feelings for him, and how those feelings would be. . less than reciprocated?

He loved her as a friend, and honestly and irrevocably loved his girlfriend— soon to be fiancé. But he wished he got the chance to sit and explain the way their paths wouldn't be joined in the end, yet they'd still sit right beside each other, like two parallel linear lines. Where'd they walk together towards the end of life, right beside each other, laughing and smiling like always. Because, in the end, she was his best friend, and always would be— despite the cliché of expressing this thought.

Instead, she chose to leave, taking a piece of his kind heart with her. She was selfish for leaving. . but also, selfless. She could have broken the two up accidentally, and in turn, blame herself for her accidental mistake. It wasn't really selfish, he realized, because it was smart— she left before things became complicated, as relationships tend to do.

She was always a smart girl, but he wished this one time that emotions overruled her intelligence, so she would've stayed. Daniel wanted her to stay, despite the one-sided feelings, and so, in the end, he fell into his own selfishness for wishing for that. See, it would hurt him too, if he watched the girl he loved fall for another man.

So, really, he understood, but he just wished he didn't. He wished he could chase her and beg for her compliance, to stay here with him like she was meant to be, but he couldn't. He just hoped she'd be okay.

He hoped that she'd find a guy worthy enough for her love, because he loved her— sometimes more than his own family— but he didn't love her like that. He loved her as a friend, and he wished that didn't mean she had to leave— to move on without him.

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this is a little (a lot) different from the original version. better, though. . ? debatable.

thank you for reading. have a good day/ night <33

edited: 5/7/22