5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Pick your boy

For the third time I heard her tell me we're through. Done and dusted. No longer a pair. Over for good.
She's told me, "it's better if we don't see each other anymore" more times than I can count. Yet, we still end up being together after a few chosen words and an argument or two. I've heard her tell me so many times, I've grown used to it and just pass it off like she's telling me what she's had for breakfast.
"I need to go away, to find myself," she says, and I roll my eyes at the newly added excuse to end our relationship.
"Oh yeah?" I reply, voice monotone as I don't really care. We will be back together after an hour. An unhealthy relationship, most would say.
"Yeah. I hope you can understand-"
"Why don't you cut the crap, go have a shower and we can watch TV."
"Excuse me?" She stands in front of me, baffled and with a suitcase in tow. She's never gotten to the packing of a bag stage.
"Why do you have that?"
"I just told you, I'm leaving. I'm sorry we have to end this way."
I stand up abruptly, looking into her dry eyes as my own go glossy. She's being serious this time, and it's like being furiously kicked in the gut.
"You're not leaving." I state, biting on my lower lip as I think of what to do, what to say, what I can do to get her to stay.
"I am."
"You've done this before, and we never actually broke up. Don't call it quits now."
"I'm trying to make it clear to you, in a way that won't hurt you, but you're making it increasingly difficult. I'm leaving you." She practically spells out, eyes stern and staring into my own. She's not lying this time. I can see the truth in her eyes and it's breaking me.
Why does it have to be this tragedy?
"Why are you running?" I choke out, forcing back my emotions to look stoic - clearly failing as I look at her expressionless face.
"I'm not. I'm leaving. To better myself. We're toxic together."
"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me." I demand just as she turns to leave, her body stilling and she looks back at me. Her eyes bore into mine, and she doesn't even blink as she speaks.
"I don't love you. I'm sorry."
And she walks away from me. All of those times she's been the girl whose cried wolf, and now she's finally done and left me on my own.