5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Luke

Y/N's POV:

Things change when you become older. You simply go on your own, and leave some people behind.

You forget about promises, and start thinking about the future. You forget about people once you realize you don't need them for applying jobs. You forget about love, and replace it with commitment on much more important things.

Maybe that was why Luke forgot about me the second we graduated high school. It was as if we never happened, all those years down the drain. The kisses, cuddles, meaningless texts, sex, they were all forgotten.

I've spent at least four months sulking around the house in the t-shirts he left when he used to come over. The scent was gone after washing it too much because I felt if I washed them I'd lose him too.

He hasn't replied to any of my texts or calls, but seemed to post on social media. I just wanted to know if we were really over because it wasn't confirmed. I guess I was too selfish to let him go, but after spending so much time together I just couldn't bare the idea of breaking up.

I wanted to have him laying next to me while he talked about everything as I listened. I wanted my boyfriend back. I wanted to hear his voice once more, even if it were to say he didn't love me anymore.

I hoped we were still together, that we were just going through some rough patches but I was wrong.

Are we really over?
Is there a chance we can talk about this?
Dammit Luke, just tell me.

Yes Y/N, we're over.

That's all you have to say? Just like that?
I pathetically waited for my phone to light up from your never coming text because the thought of you forgetting about me killed me so much.

I honestly don't want to talk about this.
I have to go, I'll text you later.

No, I deserve to know.
I've been thinking so much about you lately, and all I want are answers. And we both know you won't spare a glance at my texts later.

Fine, I don't love you Y/N. Yeah, we had that high school romance, but it's been over months ago.
I can't believe you haven't caught up to that until now.
We have to find jobs to pay for college, food, and all the stuff we need.
We need to start thinking about what's good for our future.

You mean you're future Lucas.

Yes, my future, but yours too.
Forget about me Y/N, it's for the best.

I can't, I'm still madly in love with you.

I'm sorry, I really am.

I'll never be good enough for you, huh?
If you wanted someone successful and someone to take care of you, you just let her go.

And that was that. He never texted me again, and I never called him again.

It hurt more than I thought, it felt like getting stabbed repeatedly. The wound would heal, but the knife would come slashing again. It was a type of pain I never wanted to endure again.

I used to think that love made everything better, but then I found out some people would rather die over living with a broken heart.

That was why I built up high walls that no one could climb over or dig under to get in. I locked my heart in a cage, not wanting it to fall into pieces for a second time. I've wasted enough glue to fix what was broken, but only made a cracked version. Instead I replaced it with a fake one, a decoy so people had to go through that before my real heart.