5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Mikey Imagine

(HIS POV)

It's been a few weeks since she walked out of that door, not even bothering to look back at my broken self, and I've done nothing but crumble.

My need for her has only grown and I feel helpless on a daily basis. It's like I've lost something deep inside of me by her walking away from me and there is no way for me get her back. No matter how hard I try.

I've racked up a phone bill, constant calls and texts going to her phone, and she hasn't even responded to one of them. It's currently in the triple digits, soon to go into the thousands I'm sure. I just want the love of my life back and that's not going to happen. Without her, I'm nothing. I need to be something.

I pick up my phone for the 6th time today, hitting redial, and I press it to my ear. The dial tone rings through the speaker, the sound rhythmic and irritating as it's the only sound I've heard through the damn thing, and I impatiently wait for the sound of her soft voice through the speaker.

I wait. It rings. She doesn't answer.

I swear in frustration, hurling my phone across the room, and watching it smash against the tile flooring. I scream into my hands, only feeling annoyed with myself and how I ruined everything.

She wouldn't have left me if I wasn't such a dick.

I ignored her one too many times.

Went out with my friends and didn't call her. Always putting her on the backburner and treating our relationship as meaningless, when it was the only thing keeping me afloat in this shitty world. She was my life raft and I somehow managed to ruin her beyond the point of staying, and she packed her things and walked.

I'm surprised she didn't do it sooner, now that I think about it. But she was hopeful. Hopeful that I would get my shit together. She gave her all in our relationship, I gave nothing in return, and I treated it like a one way street and was a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend.

I don't know what to do to get her back - to be happy - it seems pointless and unachievable.

I stare at the broken mess of my phone on the floor, my sight blurring from the constant onslaught of tears, and I decide enough is enough.

No matter how bad I want her back; she no longer wants me. I can't accept that. I can't live without her, but I need to try.

Not today.

Today I need to have my last piece of grieving.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I will try to sort out the fucked up in my head.