"Shawn, please," I begged, a tear slipping down my cheek as he leaned his head back against the cold, white, hallway wall.
"We've been fighting non-stop, Shawn, I can't take this anymore," my voice turned into a hushed whisper as I watched him take another swig of the bottle of alcohol in his hand.
"I miss you, Shawn," I mumbled, turning and walking back into our bedroom.
"I miss you too," I heard a deep voice, turning to see him standing in the doorway, setting the beer bottle down on the shiny, wooden floor.
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
FanfictionSometimes I make up scenarios about Shawn in my head. copyright 2015 @mendessmuffin ❁ ❁ ❁ Highest rankings: #1 under Shawn Mendes imagines #2 under Shawn Mendes #3 under fan-fiction warning: some imagines may contain strong language and/or sexual...
