Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Timer on My Wrist (2)

As time passed, our bond grew stronger, but so did the pressure. Being with Shawn wasn't easy, not because of him, but because of the world that constantly surrounded us. The whispers and stares, the constant judgment, started to wear me down. I would catch myself in the mirror, wondering why I deserved someone like him. Why was I the one who got to hold his hand, to be with him?

One evening, as we sat together on a quiet bench in the park, I felt a wave of insecurity wash over me. Shawn was talking about his next concert, his tour, his fans, and his plans, but all I could think about was how I would never fit into his world. How could someone like him love someone like me? I wasn't strong enough to handle the constant scrutiny, the judgment. I was just... me. Broken, fragile, unworthy.

The silence grew heavy between us, and I could feel the distance forming in the air.

"Shawn... I don't think I can do this anymore," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He turned to me, his brow furrowing in concern. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not strong like you," I continued, my throat tightening. "I can't keep pretending I'm okay with all of this. The pressure, the looks, the constant feeling of being watched. I'm scared I'm not enough for you. That I'm going to drag you down."

His eyes softened, and for a moment, I saw the weight of my words hit him. I saw him searching for the right words to say.

"Why would you ever think that?" he asked gently, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "You don't have to pretend to be something you're not. You don't have to be perfect to be enough. I don't need you to be strong for me. I just need you to be you. That's all I've ever wanted."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. I felt so small in that moment, like I was a burden, like I didn't deserve his love.

"Please don't leave me," he whispered, taking my hand in his, his grip firm and steady. "I know things are hard right now, but we'll get through this together. I believe in us, in you. I don't want anyone else but you."

I sniffled, wiping away the tears. His words felt like a lifeline, something I could cling to when everything around me felt like it was falling apart. Slowly, I turned to look at him, meeting his eyes. They were filled with love, unwavering, and I realized in that moment that he wasn't just saying the words. He meant them. He was here, with me, and that was all that mattered.

"I'm scared," I admitted, my voice trembling. "But I'll try. I want to try."

Shawn smiled softly, brushing a tear from my cheek. "That's all I need. Just you, trying. And that's more than enough for me."

We sat there for a while, hand in hand, the world around us fading as we found comfort in each other. And though I still had doubts, though I wasn't sure how to navigate this world we were building together, I knew one thing for certain: with him by my side, I wasn't alone anymore. Together, we could face anything.

And in the end, I realized that love wasn't about being perfect. It was about being real, vulnerable, and choosing to fight for each other every single day. And as long as we were together, that was enough.