Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♪The Bullet

A/N: Hahaha we back at it with yet another song imagine
IB: The Bullet by Carrie Underwood
Context: dally's actual death, but instead y/n is his gf.

He won't get a line of limousines leaving one by one.

He won't get prayers or hands sung.

Instead, he'll get what he wanted at that moment. He wanted to be dead, without thinking about how it'd affect y/n.

So, there they were, standing on the edge of sanity while watching Dally roll down the hill getting shot at. She had seen him pull out the empty heater he used to show off, and she immediately knew what was happening.

She felt the air from her lungs fade, she felt the tears in her eyes sting, she just watch her boyfriend get shot. She heard plenty of screams,

"It's not loaded!"

"He's just a kid!"

But all she could focus on was the ringing in her ears.

She ran to his body as he attempted to hold on, she already knew that her black mascara had run, but the tears kept flowing.

She could blame it on hate, or blame it on guns, but she isn't supposed to bury him like this. It left a giant hole in her heart and the bullet just kept going.

She hit her fist against the pavement and buried her face into his shoulder as soon as he took his last breath. He was strong, but not this strong.

That bullet not only went through him, but it went through every birthday he will never see. It went through every chance to live a good life, it was stolen. Through the future son he'll never get to raise, or his future daughter on her wedding day, wishing it was his hand she was holding.

It went through every heart that was left to break, it broke it, the bullet just kept going.

But now the grass just grew around his stone, and friends stopped checking in on the phone. The photographers all moved on, but her wound was still open. The bullet just kept going.

And there was nothing she could do to get him back, so she lived her life in sorrow and pity wishing that he'd never done it.