C A M I L A
This was it. Shawn has to move all the way back to Canada. He's going to college. . and I'm not. He's going to be in a University for 4 years, and I'm not! He's gone. . But I'm still here.
"Shawn, please don't go." I pleaded, crying.
Typical girls. You might be like, If you love him—just let him go.
B*tch I ain't no momma bird. (a/n: lol what)
"Camila, I have to." Shawn looked at me punctiliously, listening to me.
I sniffled, "If that's what you want, then forget me." I cried again.
"Mila I don't have to-"
"Four years, Shawn! When, am I going to see you again? With your—new girlfriend, WIFE?!" I cried, clinging onto him.
"I'm paper. I get cut easily, and trashed when the picture isn't pretty. Please stay." I pleaded, sobbing.
*HONK*
"Camila, that's the uber. I-I'm sorry. I love you!" He said, before leaving.
Forget? Did he just, forget?
He did, didn't he.