Cameron's POV
I walked into the apartment, setting my bag on the dresser and slipping off my shoes.
"Shawn!" I yelled. No answer came from my roommate. My first thoughts made me rush around the apartment. No shut up Cameron he wouldn't. Ever since Y/N died though, I wouldn't see him not doing it. It was a little over three weeks since her passing. He hasn't taken it too good either. "Shawn?" I called again. I walked into his room. I sighed in response. Thankfully I saw him perched up on his bed, a guitar in his hand and he was singing. "Shawn who are you singing to?"
"Y/N she is sitting right next to me," He said.
"But Shawn. Y/N died a few-" I was cut off.
"She is sitting right here," He said louder then before. He never met eye contact. I went to leave. But I stood still in the doorway. He must have thought I left because then he began to sing again. "Months past, you're gone, I can't stand to be alone," He kept going. Though it was a nice song. I felt my stomach churn in guilt. She was my friend and yeah I cried a lot when she died. But Shawn loved her with every grain in his body. They would never leave each others sides. They already knew they would marry and live together forever, everyone did. "This is a deadly song, to a dead you, sometimes I wish I was dead too," He belted. "Because this, feeling, is almost as bad as, the bleeding," He strummed. His eyes squinting to stop tears. "We were, unstoppable, unbreakable, but without you, its unbearable.
This is a deadly song, to a dead you, sometimes I wish I was dead too," He whispered. Then he started to cry. Heart wrenching sobs leaving his body uncontrolled. He shoved his guitar off the bed. It fell with a bang, luckily not breaking. I finally walked back in.
"Shawn," I walked over to him. I thought at first he would fight me away like he usually did. But now was different. He didn't cry like this. His full emotions finally coming out. He without me reacting hugged me. I hugged back. I thought of soothing things to say. Like 'she is in a better place' or 'its going to be okay'. But he didn't need those lies right now. He lost the person of his life. He needed comfort. But not pity. I stood there as I let a tear fall down my cheek as well. The song got me. I have to be honest. But just a month ago, Shawn and y/n would be sitting on the couch playing Mario kart while I laughed and ate some chips. She would get so mad at Shawn and me when I would play. She sucked. We let her win sometimes. I think she knew we did though. She was the boss at just dance though. She was the boss at a lot of things.
"Thank you," Shawn muttered as he gained himself back together.
"You're good bro. I got your back okay?" I said. He nodded. "Want to go get some food?" I tried yet again. But the first time since she died, he agreed.
A/N
The song sounds better in my head since I indeed wrote it. It fit perfect with this imagine so I squeezed it in. I'm having a really rough night guys. Tomorrow is a new day ig. Anyways hope you all are doing okay :) bye