5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

San Francisco

Pick your boy

Digging my feet into the cold sand, the air whips at my face as I stare out at the slowly setting sun that is filling the sky of bursts of oranges and pinks, the sea becoming a dark blue that's rolling towards my destination on the sand.
I inhale the deep, salty air and I smile as it hits my lungs. It's so odd that smells can triggers memories, especially the beach air in San Francisco.
Closing my eyes, I let the lowering warmth cover my face, as I remember you running down this very beach with your long hair blowing in the wind. I snap my eyes open, the memories pulling at my heart and causing it to thump wildly in my chest.
Sad to think of how optimistic I was a couple of months ago - never thinking it would end, that what we had was the kind of love to last a lifetime. Sadly, I was wrong.
Holding onto the memories that I can't let go, I bite my lip in a moment of contemplation. I decide to bite the bullet and close my eyes again, torturing myself and sending me back into one of those painfully beautiful memories of us.
Like the weekend we drove out of town, just driving along the road until we got tired and had no real destination to arrive at. We just wanted to enjoy the journey and the company. Just the two of us, feeling free and like we're part of the San Francisco wind.
Opening my eyes as I lay down on the sand, the blur of colours in the sky darkens drastically into a deep blue and I blink back warm tears that slowly cascade down the sides of my face.
I just want to go back a few months to those summer nights in San Francisco. I want to hold you by the fire light on the beach, I want to smell your perfume as we lay side by side in silence. I want to get back to how we started, before we ended and I was left with the memories that are now haunting me.