chrios

anonymous asked:

(to give you a break from Discourse) im the anon who asked abt hiding a cane. i finally talked to her, and she isnt 100% against it, so i can hopefully get one soon! im just waiting to talk to my chrio bc i have not exactly normal proportions so i need help w sizing and maybe adjusting my exercises

That is such great news and congrats on being brave. 

Please send a picture when you have your new cane! I always ask for this but nobody ever does.

Trying to Remember - A Chris Kendall Imagine

I don’t care if you dislike Chris -although why would you?- this is some grade A writing.

I got inspired and needed to write. Enjoy! This is one of my best IMO.

-Lauren :)

Chris’ POV

I’ve known (Y/N) for six years. But she’s only known me for five. How, might you ask? It all started last year.
(Y/N) was on her way to meet me at Starbucks.
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I was scrolling through Twitter on my phone when I looked up our the window. I smiled as I saw (Y/N) wave at me from across the street. I waved back and watched as she stepped into the street. Then before I knew what was happening, she was hit by a car who drove through the red light.
After she was rushed to the hospital, I don’t remember much of what happened during the time she was unconscious to the time she woke up. I was pretty out of it.
When the nurse came and told me that she was awake, my heart leapt. I sped into her room with the biggest smile on my face and rushed to her side to hug her. Then I realised.
She wasn’t hugging back.
I let go to see a shocked look on her face.
“Who are you?“ She asked. That was when everything started crashing down around me.
”(Y/N), it’s me! It’s-“
“I want Phil. Where’s Phil?” She asked.
I just started at her. She didn’t remember me. My eyes began to tear up and I just said,“I’ll go get him for you.” I walked out of her room and went to fetch Phil.
Everyone expected the worse when I came out crying. They had no idea.
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It’s been a year now and it seems as if she’ll never remember me. She remembers everyone except for me. That hurts. I moved her onto my place and spend most of my time with her, and she’s beginning to get more comfortable with me. Laughing with me, talking with me. She used to want no one but Phil near her.
I’ve taped up all of the pictures we’ve ever taken together on her wall, a failed attempt to try and jog her memory.
I show her my videos often, but as much as she laughs at them, she has no recollection of being in the same room with me as I filmed them.
Sometimes after I fall asleep, I can hear her crying softly beside me. I never ask why, but sometimes I wonder.
I knocked on her door, “(Y/N) would you like some tea?”
“Yeah.“She responded quietly.
I open her door to see her sitting covered in blankets on our bed, pulling photos from her wall and sobbing softly, her tears sliding off the photo paper. I set the tea on her bedside table. “What’s wrong?” I ask, rushing to her side.
“I don’t understand.“ She said in a shaky voice.
“Don’t understand what, (Y/N)?” I asked, worried.
“Why do you keep telling me you love me? How could you love me when I don’t even remember you? Us? I look so happy in these pictures and I don’t remember a single one of them. As much as I want to say that I love you back, I can’t, because I don’t know if I really do! I hate myself for that and you should, too. I don’t understand why you don’t!“ She said, her tears coming quicker and her voice rising to a yell.
“Because I remember. I remember how much I loved -love- you. That’s all that matters. I love you because your beautiful, and smart, and funny, even if you don’t remember me you still have all of those qualities and that’s enough for me.” I said, wiping away some of her tears.
“I’m sorry, Chris. I’m so, so sorry.“ She sniffled and gave me the first hug I’d gotten from her in a year. I hugged her as tight as I possibly could.
Then I heard a laugh. I pulled away to see her crying harder. But with a smile. She was crying happy tears. “What is it? What is it, (Y/N)?” I asked.
“I remember, Chris! I remember everything!“ She laughed.
“Oh my God!” I laughed hysterically and threw my arms around her.
“I- I- I love you, too. I love you so much. “ She cried.
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“That was the happiest moment of my life. The day I regained my best friend, and now wife.” I recount as I make my wedding speech.


A/N: BOOM! PLOT TWIST! It was super fun writing this because I’d been thinking about how to write this all day! Gigantic weight off my shoulders. Hope you liked it :)