5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Ashton Imagine

The silence ringing through the room was almost deafening - if that's even possible - and I couldn't bear to look him in the eye as he scrutinised me on the chair opposite him. We've been sat in this silence for 10 minutes. No one daring to breathe too deeply in case
the silence is interrupted. The first to crumble will start the argument that is bound to come and will cause this to be a lot messier than it needs to be.

"Why?"

I look over at the messy, golden haired boy in front of me. Sad, hazel eyes that are usually alight with happiness, are now darkened with sorrow and I feel the lump in my own throat form as I listen to his broken voice wanting to know the reasons.

"It's just...not right?"

I don't even sound convinced of my own reasons, it sounding more like a question, and he scoffs and shakes his head after I speak.

"Not right? This a recent discovery or has it been 'not right' for 2 years?"

I cringe at his harsh and bitter tone, but I know it's to be expected. I'm trying to end our long term relationship for a stupid, pathetic excuse. He gave his whole life for me, and here I am throwing it back at him.

"The beginning was great, Ash. Just...recently it's not the same-"

"Then tell me what it is I have to change and I'll do it!"

He slams his fist against the table top, the sound causing me to flinch, and he hangs his head in shame at his small burst of rage. He never gets physically violent - barely raises his voice, unless necessary - and he always feels guilty for being mad, yet I don't blame him for his reaction.

"You shouldn't have to though."

I can feel tears welling up in my own eyes as I look at the beautifully broken boy in front of me. The sight causes my heart to clench, pulsing faster to the point of almost painful, and I hate myself for ending this. Ending everything.

"If it means you'll stay, I'll change everything. You know that."

He looks back at me, his hazel eyes glossy with tears that he tries to blink away, but the fight him and slowly fall down his cheeks and leave trails in their wake. I want to give him my everything, the way he has done for me, but I can't. I can't dedicate myself to him. I'm not worthy of him.

"Please, just tell me what it is."

"It's not you, it's me."

He laughs a loud, sarcastic laugh. The sound void of humour and is unfamiliar coming from him. He wipes his hands across his face, removing the fresh, constant stream of tears, and stares at me in disbelief.

"Seriously? You're going to use that line on me? Two fucking years and that's all I get? I don't believe this."

He gets up from his chair, storming away to the front door, and pulls a jacket on over his t-shirt.

"Where are you going?"

He doesn't stop what he's doing, zipping up his jacket to keep out the cold when he goes outside, and I hate that I'm seeming so curious and needy even when I'm trying to end our relationship.

"Why do you care?"

With that, he walks through the doorway and slams the door shut behind him, causing the windows to shake in their panes as I have to watch him walk away to an unknown destination and feel like the biggest heartbreaker in the world.