Y/n's POV:
"You just can't stop loving someone," shawn crosses his arms defensively around his broad chest, completely trying to deny that I just don't feel that way about him anymore.
"Yes I can, shawn it happens to people all the time," i begin to shove more and more clothes lying on the floor and hung up in my closet into the suitcase, "they say nothing lasts forever, and love isn't an exception to that."
I know what I just said, what I'm doing, is hurting him, i can almost hear the tears flooding his eyes, but I refuse to let that get in my way.
"Just please," he stands upright from the door frame grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him, his voice and eyes are pleading and desperate, "act like it, j-just act like you do."
The words catch me off gaurd, making a silence shatter between the two of us, his heart racing in anticipation and hope of me staying, and mine almost slowing down to a halt.
He pulled me in so far that my chest is against his and I'm looking up to the brown eyes that I know I'll miss, that scar that I always used to trace with my forefinger, everything beautiful.
"Sh-shawn," i whisper, trying to fight the lump that has now made a home in my throat, "you can't expect me to do that, that isn't fair."
His eyes close tightly, and tears fall but they don't get very far, for he quickly wipes them away with his hand, sniffling. Shawn's not one to show very much emotion, so this must be embaressing to some degree.
"Before you go," he opens his eyes and looks at the bed that holds my half full suitcase, that still is in need of toiletries, and back at me, eyes glossy with tears and pain, "i need to just, hold you," His eyes painfully look around, "something, y/n I need to do something."
My original plan was to leave tonight, get it over with, avoid dealing with the heartbroken man in front of me, but if I were in his suitauation I would beg to just have some good memory come out of this life altering situation.
"I'll leave tomorrow," i turn my head so I mumble into his chest, his frame instantly relaxes at the intimate touch.
He guides me to the bed, seeing the time is almost 11:30, and wanting to have as much time with me as he can manage.
"Maybe babygirl," he sighs laying down next to me wrapping his arm around my waist, "you'll let me make things right."
________________________________________~SO cheesy this is painful and whO MISSED ME
~Leah
