Imagine #129: The Torture of Small Talk With Someone I Really Love

{Wanna go on a FeelsTrip? Too late to turn back now. No, seriously. Get your tissues, friendly advice.}

It's already midnight, but you're still awake waiting for Patrick to text you. You understand that he's busy, but he didn't text you for the whole day. It's not that you're angry, you understand his situation and you know the guy just love you so much. Their tour just started last week and you've been missing him so much now.

"Goodnight, Angel. I'm too sleepy now. Gonna wait for your text tomorrow. I hope you had fun tonight with your show. Lots of love from your princess. Can't wait to be with you again." You texted him for the last time and dozed off. But you didn't know that it will be your last time to do that.

You woke up because the whole house is shaking violently. A huge earthquake is currently hitting the country. You immediately woke up, grabbed your jacket, your phone, pen and a small notebook. The magnitude is strong and you can't even walk straight. There's no electricity now and the whole house is crumbling. Of course, you are shaking and scared, but you tried your best not to panic.

You suddenly fell to the ground, this earthquake is serious. You can't even stand anymore. You crawled towards the table and stayed under there, praying that it would already stop. You looked at your phone and the network is already down. You're thinking about Patrick and you're honestly glad he's not here. You hoped that he's okay and that you'll be okay.

Your hands are shaking, your seeing the house breaking down. You started whimpering, hugging your knees as you let it happen. The earthquake has been going on for a minute now and things kept on falling and you got trapped in there. Your legs got crushed and you can't really move anymore.

"Patrick." You whimpered his name. You hated the fact that you don't have the chance to talk to him today. To tell him how much you love him. You accepted your faith, everything is crushing you slowly.

You pulled out the pen and notebook and started writing even when your hand is shaking.

"Patrick! I love you so much don't you ever forget that. Almost running you over with my car is the best-worst memory I can never forget and I'll always come back to that memory everyday." You wrote and smiled a bit when you remembered that day. "I love so much and to my eyes you're already my husband! I'm happy that your not here with me, I'm currently getting squeezed here. Haha. Don't forget that I love you okay? You are the best thing that happened to me, Angel. Once again, I LOVE YOU." You wrote and you've put all your emotions there.

You ripped the paper and crumpled it, putting it inside the pocket of your jacket. You just stayed silent there, thinking about him. You closed your eyes, just imagining that Patrick is hugging you. You just let the things happen to you.

*************

Patrick is already on the plane back to Chicago. He can't stay calm, you're alone in there and a strong earthquake just hit the country. He can't reach you now since there's no signal. And he's hating on himself not being able to talk to you the whole day.

"How long ----

"Sir you've asked me that for the fifth time now. I know you're panicking, but please settle dow . We will be ariving there after fourty-five minutes." The flight attendant said to him.

"Patrick, she'll be fine." Pete murmured.

But deep inside, Patrick feels that you desperately need him right now.

The moment the plane landed, the four of them almost lost the strength to stand. Everything is wrecked, almost everything is in ruins.

Patrick immediately run, the rescue operation is already staring and some officials are not letting people left the airport not yet.

"I can't stay here! My girlfriend is alone..." Patrick pleaded.

"I'm sorry sir. We are doing everything to rescue people. And please just try to look the name of your girlfriend on the list that are already rescued and on the list that....

"She's not dead!" Patrick countered and immediately look at the list.

"Name, sir?" The girl asked.

"{your full name}" he said the girl sadly shook his head no.

Patrick squeezed his hand hard and it even started to hurt him. He kept on murmuring your name, wishing that you're okay. He regret not taking you with him.

"Patrick!" Andy called, his eyes tild him everything. Patrick saw the three of them by the list of the people who were dead.

Patrick felt that his soul left his body. Pete run to him and caught him before falling to the ground. Tears and screams escaped him.

"Patrick...Patrick, I'm sorry." Pete said and he's crying too.

"Don't say it, please. I don't know if I can handle it." He murmured and Pete just nodded.

Patrick was happy that he have his best friends with him, or else he might have already lost his mind.

************

Patrick have been staring at your body that has been covered with a white blanket. He can't have the courage to look at you, he know he'll break down again.

"We'll leave you alone, Patrick. Just call if you need us." Joe said and the three of them exited the room.

Patrick pushed himself next to you and he held your cold stiff hand.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry." He murmured. He can't forgive himself for that talking to you the whole day yesterday and now he regrets that now.

Patrick is sure that you are waiting for him and that thought killed him. You died waiting for him. He didn't have tge chance to tell you how much he love you for the last time.

Patrick build up all the courage he can and took the blanket off. Even then Patrick find you stunning. You have a small smile in your lips and that made Patrick smile too. He knows you went off peacefully.

"God, I love you {Y/N} and I'm very sorry." Patrick kneeled at your side while holding your hand. "I'm sorry you went off alone. I'm sorry I made you wait and I'm sorry for not letting you know how much I love you for the last time. I'm very sorry!!" Patrick ranted, he's crying hard again.

Suddenly he noticed the paper inside your jacket. He took it and read it with a small smile of his face. You never cease to make amze him and he remembered the moment you stated in your last note.

*Flashback*

You're driving fast because you're late for a meeting now. This will be your first meeting and you can't be late or else it will fuck all things up for you.

You admit that you're drivibg recklessly and when you are about to pass a pedestrian lane, you almost hit a guy. You stepped on the break hard and you almost went through the mirror of your car.

"Fuck!!" You immediately went outside to check on the guy.

It was Patrick and he's on the ground, pale as a ghost.

"Oh my gosh! I'm really sorry! Are you hurt?!" You helped him up and even got his fedora hat for him. He seemed unharmed, just shocked.

"You could have killed me! What do you think you're doing?" He shouted but you know he's not angry.

"I already said sorry. I was late and I...I..

"Don't do that. You could have hurt yourself and you're too stunning to be in prison." He said brushing the dust off from his clothes. You stared at him, amazed with his attitude.

"I...Are you hurt? Let's go to the hospital." You asked him and he chuckled.

"No, I was just shocked." He answered. It wasn't really the main road so you're really not causing too much trouble here, you're just guilty you almost run over a sweet guy. "You're catching something right? Go on ahead." He said kindly.

"Fuck! I forgot." You said. You're so clumsy and Patrick liked that about you. "I'm really sorry...I...uhm...here's my number, if you got a scratch or something just call me I'll be more than willing to bring you to the hospital later. I'm sorry! Bye!" You continued to speak fast and Patrick really find you cute.

He didn't expect that his close encounter with death made him meet the love of his life.

*End of Flashback*

"I wish you knew how much I love you,
I wish I cared enough to talk
I'm sorry every song's about you
THE TORTURE OF SMALL TALK WITH THE ONE I REALLY LOVE..." he sang with his voice cracking.

Patrick's tear kept on falling, the pain is unbearable, he felt that his heart is being continuouslu pierced with a sharp sword. He felt that everything is unfair and he hated it.

"Why is this so unfair?! You're so perfect, why did you have to leave that fast?! I love you...I love you so much, princess...Come back...come back to me please. I can't live without you!" He shouted over and over again, he felt so helpless...so desperate but he knows this will all go in vain. "Please...come back...just even for a minute...I just want to give you one more hug...one more kiss...one more word...please...just one more..." Patrick kept on crying for hours.

He honestly don't know how he would cope up with this excruciating event in his life.

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