5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Amnesia - Pick Your Boy

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Pick Your Boy

HIS POV

Climbing into my car, I start the engine and drive down the familiar routes that I’ve come to know so well. I drive past the busy park, the children playing on the swings and young couples enjoying being in each other’s presence. Just like the way we used to be. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a girl stretch up onto her toes and plant a small kiss against the smiling lips of the person I assume is her boyfriend. I look away quickly, the memories flooding back causing me too much pain, and I try to distract myself with the road ahead of me.

Even whilst I try and push the thoughts away, they keep on plaguing my mind, no matter how hard I try to forget you. Like the day you told me you was leaving and your makeup was a mess and streaming down your face. The whole time you was talking and saying goodbye, I kept on thinking and wondering inside if this was all a lie, if what we had was real and if you really are just fine.

Pulling over to the side of the road, I spot the bench where we had our very first kiss. You wore strawberry flavoured lip gloss and I could taste it on my mouth for days, I can’t walk past the strawberries in the grocery store without a lump forming in my throat and becoming nostalgic over thoughts of you. I sit down on the rotting wood, fishing my phone out from my pocket and going straight towards the photo album. I know I should have deleted the pictures of you, the one of you wearing my favourite sweater or the one of you lying next to me in our bed, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Because, if I do, it will feel more real and that’s not something I’m willing to do just yet.

My phone buzzes in my hand, the sound making me hopeful that it might be you, saying you made a mistake and that you still read our old text messages and late night “I love yous” just the same way I do. The hopeful fire slowly flickering to life inside of me, extinguishes when I recognise a friends name on my screen wanting to know where I’ve been. I refuse to admit to them that I can’t force myself to be happy, knowing that you’re happy somewhere else with him and that’s you’ve moved. Even just hearing your name, kills me slowly inside and I know that I’m not fine at all.

Closing my eyes, I sit there in the quiet and let my mind wander. I’d like to think, that if I woke up today and I could do it all over again, you would be laid right beside me in that large and lonely bed of ours. I would wrap my arms tight around you, so there’s no room to escape, even if you wanted to. We would lay together from dusk until dawn, never once leaving the safe and warm confines of our beds. We would talk about our memories, our first kiss and all of the stupid little things that make us both so happy.

As I open my eyes, my world looks exactly the same. You’re not here and I’m still hurt and alone. I just wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about all of these things, because all of these memories that are causing me pain, I know that I can never escape and that way I’ll never be fine at all.