5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Vapor

Pick your boy

"I don't want to be with you anymore."

That one sentence caused my entire being to collapse. It knocked the air out of my lungs, the ground from under my feet, and my world to crumble.
All I can hope is that you're lying to me. A bittersweet lie that falls easily from your lips, and it won't stop me from trying to claw my way back to you. It's like a drug that I'm unable to quit - always needing another hit of you, directly into my veins with your perfect aim - and constantly crave and need you more and more.
I blink back the tears as I let your words hit me again and again.
"I don't want to be with you anymore."
If I look anywhere but at you, the words don't sting as much. They're not real and I don't need to believe that you're quitting me after all this time.
You're not telling me what I want to hear. No 'I love you' or 'I need you'. Everything I ever received from you was a bare minimum, but I took what I could - even if it was small amounts - and I tried to make it count.
Being in your presence was enough for me. Breathing in your toxic scent, inhaling you like the air surrounding us so that I could become intoxicated purely by you. Feeling your "love" washing all over me like the warmth of the weather, covering me with the hope that maybe you do truly feel for me.
Looking back into your eyes, I see them void. Void of all emotion and lacking any depth or love for me. Exhaling you like the vapor you are, I breathe out in the hopes of releasing you.
Only time will tell how long I will suffer in the wake of your destruction.