•Dolan Twin Imagines•

a meeting, •g• pt. 4

a silent tear falls onto the last envelope, the one containing the letter to death. i get up, putting the three envelopes in my mail box. i didn't write them as profoundly as i wanted to, but emotions were let out. i close the box, knowing i won't get a response from any of them, but it's a coping mechanism. "i love you, grayson," i whisper as i walk away from my mail box and towards the park.

for five bloody years, i've been thinking about grayson non stop. i stop at my bench, the bench. the one that grayson and i sat on when he proposed. sitting there, feeding the birds, i feel a presence sit next to me. i look at the boy, expecting to see ethan, but finding a teenage boy, looking at me expectantly. i narrow my eyes at him, "what?" he sighs, his apprehension disappearing. "you wrote a letter to me, and you don't know who i am?" he asks, curiosity laced in his tone. "i haven't written a letter to anyone, you have the wrong person," i say, disinterestedly, focusing mostly on the birds. "i'm time."

my breath hitches in my throat, before skepticism takes over me. "great prank, now please stop going through my mail, creep," i say, rolling my eyes, getting up and walking away. he catches up soon though, and this time i don't feel repulsed by his presence for some reason. "please, y/n. i know grayson meant a lot to you. and so does ethan. but it isn't my fault. you were right, time is only a terrain in between. i can't stop love or death," he says, once i turn around. "but if i can stop you from wasting your life, something you've been doing for five years, i will," he says, almost convincing me. almost. "why me? out of everyone, why me?" i ask, confusion and suspicions arising in me. "i- forget it, please just think about it," he says, leaving me alone to think with my thoughts.