Dreams On Fire || ✓

Date: 2nd June, 2016.

"Knowing that our music has saved people's lives
makes me want to cry"
- Calum Hood.

"I'm Ashton." He spoke up with a slight tremble in his voice, trying to keep his emotions at the bay.

"I'm Calum." He continued, his lower lip trembling, as he bit on it and walked over to where Ash was, interlinking their fingers together.

"Michael" He whimpered, not being able to speak more than a word at a time. His eyes watered but he tried so hard to blink back his tears and joined Cal, holding his hand.

"And I'm Luke." I mimicked Mikey and walked over to where all three of them stood, and without my consent, I let the tears fall. I clutched on to Mikey's hand for dear life as if he would disappear any second.

"And we were 5 Seconds of Summer." We spoke up and bowed in unison, our last concert coming to a final end.

Although, on the inside, I couldn't help but think this isn't the way it's supposed to be.

+ + + + +

Five Seconds of Summer aren't a band no more. They have decided to split up and chase their dreams in the form of solo careers.

It's not like they weren't happy with their band and it's success, they really were, but all good things have to come to an end.

However at the night of their last concert, Luke is an emotional mess and can barely control his tears. The band meant a lot to him and he'll always love it as long as he lives. The good times are forever etched in his memory.

Still, he has dreams. Dreams of being known all over the world, because of his talent, not because of he's the 'hot one'.

Unfortunately, he gets into a car crash on the way home, but it was bound to happen. His eyes were way too blurry to look on the road, or concentrate on how he was driving.

However, before he could escape the vehicle, the burning flames swallowed him as a whole and what was left behind were his mere remains.

So casually cruel, isn't it?

However, it doesn't end here, he wakes up. But no, he isn't alive, he's a ghost. A ghost who is stuck in this cruel world, a ghost who just wants to go home.

((But what is home anymore?))

He hates that feeling where he doesn't have any emotion. He feels so empty. He's not happy, he's not sad. He's nothing. His mind is spinning, but he cannot feel anything. He's destructive, even for his own self.

The only thought going through his head is, "Like a painting, all I can do is stare. I can't go too near, or touch anyone or anything or else I'll ruin everything."

Needless to say, his dreams are on fire, now.

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So that's that. The prologue. I hope this turns out the way it's supposed to.

All the love,
Pia xx

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