Shawn Mendes Imagines

48 - Trying To Move On

I stood there in the empty hallway, waiting for him to appear. He texted me an hour ago to meet him here at exactly 4PM yet fifteen minutes have passed and he's still not here. Everyone has left to either go home, go to the library, or to practice for whatever sport they're in. I patiently sat on the nearest bench, waiting for him.

"Y/n." His voice echoed around the area.

"You're late." I muttered.

"Sorry. Got caught up."

I looked over to him and noticed how his hair is messier than usual and the faint lipstick stain on the collar of his light blue flannel. I stood up immediately and slung my bag over my shoulder.

"Wait, where are you going?" He asked, standing up to follow me.

"Caught up, huh? Too busy with your sidechick?! I've been waiting here for almost half an hour just to see you flustered with fucking makeup on your neck! And you stink of Victoria Secret perfume!" I yelled, facing him and pushing him on his chest.

"I can explain!"

"We're done."

I turned back around and ran out of the building, letting the tears escape my eyes. If this is what love is, then why does it only break me down? I'm done.

~~~~~4 Years Later~~~~~

Bitter. That's what most people would use to describe me. Every story I have ever written for the school publication ends in tragedy. I might as well be my college's Shakespeare except in modern day English. But am I wrong? No. People are so wrapped up with the belief that happily ever afters are true but look around you. Does it really happen? Like, come on! Take La La Land as an example. Mia and Sebastian were in love with each other but shit happened and later on, Mia moved on and has a family of her own, plus she became a famous actress while Seb, still focusing on reviving jazz music, was able to put up his dream club. They didn't end up together even though they obviously still love each other. Relationships happen and then they end. There's no such thing as forever and believing in it only makes things worse.

"So you had to kill the main character, didn't you?" Y/bff/n stated, reading the latest story I've made.

"It's realistic." I said, shrugging.

"It's tragic. You do know that this just adds to the negative issues that is being focused by the papers, right? Everyone needs a break from all the negativity."

"Ugh. Give me a bit more time. Maybe I'll turn it into those shitty comics you read."

"Hey!"

I only shrugged in response as I walked into the library to finish some of my other assignments. She begrudgingly sat beside me and continued to read the last part of my work. She just shook her head and gave it back to me.

"Why are you so bitter anyway? Who broke your stone cold heart?" She asked.

"Let's just say I dated this guy back in highschool. I really loved him yet the day before our graduation, I found out that he was cheating on me. I never found out with who but rumor has it, that whore became his girlfriend months after. Up to this day, it's still hard to move on."

"Where is he now?"

"He's... Around, I think. The last time I heard of him, he was touring because he became Vine famous."

"You should try to look for him. At least, for closure."

"I don't think I can do that."

Before she could say anything else, I plugged my earphones on and played MakeDamnSure by Taking Back Sunday on full volume. It's not like the I leaned my head against my palm as I scribbled on the desk, writing on the wooden table in the smallest yet readable way possible.