Josh Dun Imagines And Preferences ✅

The Break Up

Josh's point of view

"Josh, I-I need to talk to you," My girlfriend, Y/N, says to me whilst I'm lying on the sofa, reading a magazine. I look up at her standing in the doorway, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt.
"What's up, babe?" I ask, instantly putting down the magazine, and turning to face her. I pat the space next to me, but she doesn't sit down there, instead choosing to sit on the other sofa.
"Josh, I-I'm not sure how to say this without just saying it." Instantly, my heart starts racing.
"Wh-what's wrong?" I ask her. She looks at me, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I can't do this anymore."
"Can't do what, babe?" I ask, praying it's not what I think she's saying. She then mumbles something under her breath.
"Y/F/N," I say, addressing her by her first name.
"What I'm trying to say is that I can't handle this relationship anymore." I instantly start panicking.
"What are you talking about?" I demand, standing up and pacing around the room.
"I-I can't handle you when you're like, well, like this!" She says, getting up from the sofa. I spot her heading towards the door. No, no, I can't let her leave.
"What do you mean when I'm 'like this'?"
"Well, you know, when you're having a panic attack. It's not good for my anxiety." I'm not sure if it's the adrenaline coursing through me, but I start laughing.
"I-I'm not having a panic attack. A-And you d-don't have a-anxiety. Y-you told me this b-b-before," I say, stuttering a lot. She just stares at me. We both know I'm in the first stages of having a panic attack, but neither of us say it.
"Josh, just snap of it," Y/N says sharply, grabbing me by my shoulders and shoving me onto the sofa. I start shaking then, bringing my knees to my chest, and wrapping my arms around me in order to protect myself from any harm.
"Y-you KNOW I can't snap out of it," I sob, not looking at her. I hear her sigh, then she walks out of the room. I put my hands over my ears to block out the sounds of her getting ready. I'm trembling really badly. Then I'm aware of my hands being removed from my ears. I look up to see Y/N staring at me.
"Goodbye, Joshua," she says, putting something in my hand. I don't look at it, and instead get up, anger flowing through me body.
"So, this is it?" I say. "You're just going to erase the past 6 months?" She nods.
"I'm sorry, Joshua, you're just not good for me." She walks out into the hall, and opens the door, then slams it shut as she leaves through it. I stand there, shell-shocked; I then notice something lying on the sofa. It's what Y/N put in my hand: it's a Polaroid of us on our first date. I stare at it, then rip it up, throwing the pieces across the room. Then I lie on the sofa, too drained to even cry.