After a while, she gently withdraws, her eyes widening, almost as if she hadn't been the one to invite the kiss. She gives me a thorough once-over, releasing her grip on me and cautiously stepping back. At that moment, a realization hits me like a ton of bricks—I know exactly what's going to happen.
I gaze into her eyes, searching for a hint of recognition. "Shauna...?" I murmur gently. She hesitates, swallowing hard, her gaze scanning me before diverting away.
"You're right," she utters, a hint of frostiness in her tone, "We shouldn't be doing this."
I glance her way, meeting her eyes.
"What?" I mutter, the sound of my own heartbeat filling my ears like a drum solo.
Shauna, her name echoes in my head, a plea that slips from my lips like a desperate prayer.
"Shauna, please," I whisper, the words hanging in the air between us, heavy with longing and uncertainty.
I can feel the weight of impending loss settling in my chest as I watch her, hoping against hope that she won't turn away. The silence that follows stretches into an eternity of uncertainty.
In that moment, it hits me like a wave crashing against the shore: she's going to leave, isn't she? That sinking feeling seeps in, painting the edges of my thoughts with a poignant ache.
She doesn't say more, she grabs her bag and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me there, shocked...confused....played? do i have the right to feel played? i mean, she just left, she left.
Shauna left..me
she left me.
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Sorry for the short ass chapter, I needed to update and felt like stirring the pot a little
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My Sisters Best Friend || Yellow Jackets
FanficY/N Taylor X Shauna Shipman "We shouldn't be doing this"
