3rd installment to No Longer and Let Go
Moving out and trying to find a new beginning is one of the hardest things to do, especially during the process of healing your heart. Yet I do not regret it. I loved him, yes but everything was getting too toxic even for the both of us. Maybe the break would help us both.
Two years. It has officially been two since we last had any contact with each other. Two years since we decided to end it for the sake of both of us. Ever since that night, I tried so hard to focus on my career and I would like to think that it paid off. And no, I didn't bother finding somebody after him. I owed it to myself to at least learn to love myself before loving someone else.
"Y/n, I think you deserve a break after working so hard for this." Y/bff/n said, sitting across from me just as I let myself collapse on the chair.
"I can't, y/bff/n. We still have to finish decorating the cakes for Reese's party on Saturday." I sighed, dragging my hand down my cheek only to cringe when I realized that it still had flour on it.
"We can finish it tomorrow."
"No, we can't. We need to do the sugar pieces before closing time so that we just have to assemble it tomorrow as well as add the details into it."
"You literally just finished a really busy rush hour. At least rest for a while. I'll go roll out the fondant."
She stood up and left me alone as I used the small rag I kept in the front of my apron to wipe off the white powder from my cheek. I brushed off the remaining flour and powdered sugar from my apron and checked my phone. Once on Instagram, I couldn't help but see a series of pictures of him in shirtless Calvin Klein campaigns. As much as I would like to deny it, I couldn't help but feel giddy over them.
The front door opened with a ring from the small bell, making me turn my phone off and place it in my pocket. I jumped up from my seat and went over to the front of the store to greet the customers, only to be left in shock at the sight.
There he was in all his glory, clad in a gray shirt and black leather jacket. I absentmindedly fixed my pony tail and walked over to the front. His eyes met mine and were filled with surprise as I stood before him.
"Hey y/n." He said, a smile taking over his features.
"Hey Shawn." I greeted, my expression mirroring his. "What can I help you with?"
"You work here?"
"I... uh... I technically own this place."
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yes." I laughed. "Is that so hard to believe?"
"It's just that... Wow. You finally achieved the dream you've been working hard for. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks Shawn. It really means a lot."
"So, Madame, what do you suggest off of your menu?" He asked, trying to muster his best French accent.
"Well our best sellers just happen to be the strawberry filled puff pastry and the dark chocolate chip muffin."
"I'll take a muffin with an espresso, probably and maybe even... your company?"
I felt heat rushing through my cheeks at his request. "I just happen to be free at the moment so sure. Will that be all?"
"Yes. That will be all."
"That will be three dollars and twenty cents."
We finished the recording of the transaction and he walked over to one of the tables near the window. I carefully got one of the muffins from the display and placed it on a plate. I also made his drink, still knowing exactly how he likes his coffee, and made my way over to his seat. I placed it in front of him and then sat across.
"How are you, by the way?" He asked, his hands wrapping around the cream colored ceramic as he brought it up to his lips.
"I'm okay. A little tired but okay. You just missed the rush hour. Should've seen how many people go here just for coffee." I said, intertwining my fingers together. "How about you?"
"Same old, same old. Still in the music business, occasional modeling and acting."
"It's been a while, huh?"
"Yeah, it has." He sighed. "About what happened between us, I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. We were too young to understand what we were getting into. Not to mention the fact that we were put under so much stress at the time and didn't have any way of unloading it so we accidentally took it out on each other." I said, taking one of his hands in mine and giving him a small smile. "At least we don't hold grudges against each other, right?"
"I don't I can ever hold a grudge against you."
"Me too."
"How were you during the..."
"The breakup?"
"Yeah."
"It sucked at first. I remember crying myself to sleep for an entire month, wondering what went wrong before coming to the realization that maybe we should work on ourselves first before working on each other."
"I found myself doing the same as well. I would go to bars, trying to get myself drunk and forget about it, forget about hurting you."
"Shawn..."
"I know. It sounds stupid."
"At least I know the effect I had on you." I tried to joke but only cringing at how bad that sounded.
"You still have." He muttered, looking up at me with a shy smile.
I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. The familiar feeling of butterflies erupted in my stomach as heat raced through my cheeks and ears. He's the only one I could think of that has ever made me feel this way. It's his specialty.
"So... Met anyone after me?" He asked, trying to cut through the awkwardness between us.
"None. I just... didn't bother trying to find someone to fill that position in my life. And with starting this business up, it just didn't seem like a priority." I explained. "You?"
"I mean, I tried but they just... It just... It just didn't feel right, I guess."
"I guess we both just really suck at love, huh?"
I looked up at him and placed my hand on the cheek facing away from me. When he turned his head, I immediately leaned up and placed my lips on his. He pulled me even closer to him, if that's even possible, and tried to deepen the kiss as much as possible.
It felt as if it was our way of saying goodbye. Like any moment from now, we'll eventually let go. But I guess that's the best thing for us and our sanity. If we're falling out of love, so be it.
"I think it's time we let go." I whispered against his lips. "Give each other space even if it's just for a few weeks. If we're really meant to be together then fate will find a way to bring us back together but for now, I think this is for the best."
"If we don't see each other again, just know that I loved you." He said as I slowly slipped out of his grip. I slipped my ring off of my finger and placed it in his hand.
"I loved you too. "
I closed my eyes briefly as the memory of our breakup played through my mind. I felt his hand slip away from me and his chair moved away from the table. I opened my eyes and found him walking over to my side and kneeling down beside me.
"Y/n... Do you think that there's a chance that maybe we could start all over again?" He asked, both of his hands holding onto mine.
I didn't reply. Instead of uttering a single word, let my hands escape from his hold. The hope in his eyes faltered before I threw my arms around his neck and placed my lips on his. He froze for a second before eventually reciprocating the action. His arms wrapped around my waist as he lifted me up enough for him to sit on my chair and place me onto his lap.
"It has always been you, Shawn. It will always be you." I whispered against his lips as we pulled away for air.
"Y/n, I-" y/bff/n said, walking out of the kitchen only to stop mid sentence once she saw the position I was in. "Um... Uh... Never mind. Sorry to interrupt."
We both couldn't help but laugh as she hurriedly left the room. I turned back to him and let a smile take over my features, his expression mirroring mine. He leaned back in which I gladly did as well.
"If he's the one for you then fate will find a way to bring you together. Never force yourself onto someone who's not meant to be yours."
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A/N: Did this in one day since I'm too lazy to study for my finals 😂 Finally a long awaited part 3 to the series of broken hearted imagines I wrote during Valentines 😂 Three more exams to go! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
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