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Y/N'S POV:
I've been friends with Shawn since high school, he's 24 this year. I've watched his career blossom and I couldn't be more proud of him. I'm in love with him. But I'm sick of being the second choice, so I have to leave. As much as it pains me to do so.
'Y/N!'
Shawn comes bounding off the stage towards me opening his arms waiting for me to embrace him, and of course I do. I hold him back - extra tighter than usual knowing this is our last hug.
'How do you think I did?'
He asks nuzzling his face into my neck. Fuck, he's not making it easy for me is he? I sigh. He wipes the sweat from his brow waiting for my response.
'You did amazing! I'm so proud of you!'
I manage to say - holding back my tears so he doesn't suspect anything. But he's Shawn, so - of course he does.
'Y/N? Are you okay?'
He quickly furrows his brows looking at me with a face full of concern. Studying my face for any sort of signs.
'Shawn I'm okay, I promise.'
I smile hoping he'll just leave it.
'Pinky promise?'
He says, concern still laced over his face. I nod.
'I just have a bit of a headache, that's all, so I'm gonna head back to the hotel, but you go out and celebrate yeah?'
I place my hand on his cheek and smile. God how I'll miss this.
'Are you sure? I can come back with you?'
he places his hand on top of mine.
'I'm fine Shawn honestly.'
I snap back - not on purpose but it's all just getting too much for me. I need to leave, I have too.
'Be safe okay?'
He smiles and dashes off to the rest of his team.
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1 HOUR SKIP ^ HOTEL ^ Y/N'S POV:
My tears are falling, I can't bear to leave him but I need to move on. I zip up my suitcase and place the now tear stained letter on his bedsheets. I rush to my Uber outside the hotel and make a run to the airport, turning off my phone because I can't bear the thought of him stopping me. If I answer that call, he'll stop me from leaving. And he knows that.
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SHAWN'S POV:
I carefully unlock the door, hoping not to wake her. The lights are off so she must be asleep, I sigh and go to turn on my bedside lamp carefully placing down the flowers I bought her at the same time. But I can't see her? But what I do see is a letter. Addressed to me, in her handwriting. Fuck.
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Hey love, I'm currently slowing updating every chapter of the book to a new format (updating it and refreshing it to match my style) so all the chapters will now be redone and reupdated - I suggest reading the book from the beginning as I'm making a few changes to the story line here and there.
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His second choice (s.m)
Romance---------------------------- "Shawn's been my best friend since high school, he's 24 this year. I've watched his career blossom and I couldn't be more proud of him. I'm in love with him. But I'm sick of being the second choice, so I have to leave." ...
