dolan twins imagines

The Rose pt.1 (E)

You stood outside the café, tears running down your face as you grasped your phone tightly in your hand. You kept glancing up and down the sidewalk, just hoping that he'd show up.

You were supposed to meet him here at 4:00, but now that its 4:37, you were positive he wouldn't show.

Walking over to a bench on the sidewalk, you glance down at your phone, reading the last message he sent you:

Date❤: omw
Sent 3:45

You'd been talking to this boy for months, and when you both agree to meet up, he all of a sudden disappears from existence.

You lay your head down into your hands, the tears never ceasing to fall down your dolled up face, which was now covered in running makeup.

Of course this incident happened on the worst day of all:

Valentines Day.

The day that was supposed to be filled with happiness and joy.

The day that everyone was supposed to feel loved.

But instead you felt nothing but heartbreak, agony in your chest.

Looking around, you can see people walking hand in hand up and down the street. Chocolates and flowers tucked under their arms. The feeling of love evident on their joyful faces.

'Did I do something wrong?'

'Did I say something?'

'Did he ever care?'

Thoughts kept filling up your mind as you continually blamed yourself. Never showing mercy on your mind. When it was nothing you did, just another fūckboy encounter.

'Does anyone care?'

'Am I not good enough?'

"Excuse me?"

Your head snapped to the left, where you heard the unfimilar voice.

The unknown voice matched the unknown, yet extremely handsome, face.

The boy had a huge bouquet of roses in his hand as he stood before you, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he waited for your answer.

"Hi, can I help you?" you ask politely, wiping your wet cheeks and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Um.. I actually thought maybe I could help you" he let's out a nervous chuckle, shoving his empty hand in his pocket.

"Oh.. with what exactly?" you question, slightly giggling at his nervousness.

He takes a small step toward you, looking down at his shoes.

"I originally bought this beautiful bouquet of roses for a photoshoot but" he pauses, pulling a single rose out of the large, pastel bouquet.

"For you" he says softly, placing the beautiful red rose in your hand.

"Everyone should feel loved"

And with that, he walks away...

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I know this is extremely short but...

Pt.2? 😉

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-Trash Can