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My eyes could barely open from the amount of crying I had been doing lately. The sadness of loosing someone so close to me had completely broken me. I was locked alone in my bedroom, keeping myself away from any other human being.
I felt like I needed to be alone whilst I cried over the death of my best friend. The one true friend I had; my other half. Her name was Jess and she was amazing.
We used to spend the weekends together and binge watch our favourite shows, and stuff our faces with unhealthy foods. She used to be my shoulder to cry on when I needed her, she was my soul mate.
I let out a loud sob when I glanced over at my walls that were covered in photos of us. One picture caught my eye, one of me holding an ice cream and I had covered her face in it, and we were both laughing.
The pain was unbearable. How could she leave me? She took her own life, without any explanation. I only found out why when I spoke to her parents at her funeral.
They told me how she'd been living with depression for a while, hadn't been eating properly; I wish I knew about how she felt, I could've helped her.
I can't help but blame myself for her death; like it was my fault. Although people say it's not, I feel like it is.
My cries increased and I dipped my head down onto my hands. The sudden sound of my phone ringing quickly shut me up, as I held my breath and glanced down at my phone.
Shawn was ringing me. Shawn is my boyfriend, and he is so amazing too. He reminded me of Jess and how similar they were.
Even though I loved him, I didn't feel like talking; so I let the phone continue to ring. It soon stopped after a few more seconds, and I began to sob again.
They grew louder within the second, but again I was interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing again. I screamed from annoyance and threw my phone against the wall, watching the small device shatter to pieces.
Can a girl cry in peace? I guess not, since I heard the sound of my door bell ring. I groaned in annoyance and hiccuped. Forcing myself up, I gripped onto the wall to retain my balance and walked over to my door.
Do I have to answer it? Can't I just leave it? Nope, the door bell ran again. The person must need to see me.
I straightened out my messy hair with my fingertips and wiped under my eyes to wipe up any mascara, helping my appearance before I opened the door. There stood Shawn, leaning against the door frame.
"Hey, you weren't answering your phone so I brought some stuff for us to have a movie night. I didn't know what you wanted so I just brought lots of stu-" he stopped his sentence once he finally looked up at my face. I gave him a weak smile, and looked away.
His gorgeous brown eyes swirled with concern as he lowered the bag he was holding. He moved forward into my home, and closed the door behind him. "Oh, baby,"
He dropped the bag on the floor and wrapped his arms around me. This is all it took for me to let the tears fall down again. I returned the hug and clutched into his shoulder, releasing all my emotions.
He picked me up and began to walk upstairs, with me in his arms. Totally forgetting about the bag he'd left, he made his way into my room and my eyes stung even more.
This room used to be my favourite place to hang, but they're too many memories of Jess in here, it's hard not to cry.
He squeezed my sides and lowered down slowly to the bed, bringing me with him. He reached the bouncy surface and I landed on his lap perfectly.
"Shanelle, tell me what's wrong," he spoke softly whilst stroking my hair with his fingers.
If you were wondering, no; he didn't know about Jess. I couldn't tell him. I guess I just wanted someone to still believe she was alive.
"I-it's Jess..." I stuttered and pulled my face away from Shawn's shoulder.
"What's happened to Jess," he asked, keeping his tone as soft as a pillow. His hand reached up to place a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Sh-she is d-dead," I chocked out, not believing my own words. Sobs made their way out of my mouth and they seemed unstoppable.
Shawn's eyes widened in shock and he pulled my head into his chest. "I'm so sorry baby, I didn't know,"
My mouth couldn't open to reply, so I just continued to cry in his arms. He gently slid his arms back around my waist delicately as if I was fragile.
He didn't question how she died, or why I'd ignored his calls, which I was grateful for. It was hard enough for me to say she wasn't alive anymore.
He continued to comfort me whilst I was crying for a while longer, until he spoke. "I know it's hard loosing someone so close to you, but you need to stay strong, for yourself and her. She would hate to see you this upset,"
I took in his words; he was right. She wouldn't want me to be upset. Sooner or later I forced the sobs to stop, and thought about Shawn's words.
Although I'd stopped crying, I still needed to be calmed. And I thought of the perfect solution. "Shawn? Can you sing for me?"
He smiled against my forehead and gently kissed it. "Of course, Shanelle,"
My eyes closed in relief at the sound of his elegant voice that was so beautiful. He sang 'slow dancing in a burning room' by John Mayer, which was one of my favourite songs.
His fingers ran through my soft brown curls as his voice soothed me. I knew it would work, it always does.
The salty tears stopped pouring from my eyes as he continued to sing the song. My body relaxed against him, and my eyes began to get heavy.
I knew I was falling asleep, but I needed to say one more thing before I did. "I love you, Shawn,"
I didn't need to wait for the reply to know he loved me too.
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