Save Me (Shawn Mendes)

Ch. 50

Song: Skinny Love: Birdy

Last chapter 😢

Shawn's POV

I pulled away from the hug.

I stood there, my hands on her shoulders, my forehead touching hers, like we used to when she got sad.

We didn't speak for a long time.

"Lets go to your room?" I asked, lifting my forehead off of hers.

She looked me in the eyes and nodded, a tear escaping her precious blue eyes.

Once we were in her room, we were sitting on her bed, our feet hanging off.

We were facing the door, but our heads turned so we could see each others faces.

Her hands were gently placed in her lap, folded together.

She kept crying, tears coming out of her eyes, snot running out of her nose, her sniffling to pull it back in. I know it sounds gross, but she made it look so innocent.

She didn't look like the Bri I thought she was. I used to think that she was a strong, independent girl who didn't need me all of the time. Im slowly starting to realize that I was wrong.

She is weak, frail, and she trusted me to keep her happy.

Then I let her down the day Matthew came to her house.

The day I ran and ran until I couldn't move my legs anymore.

Why do I always do that?

Because I'm weak and frail too.

Bri's POV

I gazed into his eyes that were looking into mine. I could tell that he wasn't looking at me, just staring off into space, thinking.

As I am now.

I'm weak. I'm a weak little girl.

I can't stand on my own.

I cry myself to sleep.

I just screwed up when I left Shawn.

I broke him, just as much as I broke myself.

I only stayed with Jack because I had the fear that he would hurt me.

I was only acting.

And I just ruined it.

Jack is going to pull a Matthew on me and then I'm going to do what I did to Shawn on somebody else and it just going to keep being a cycle and I won't ever life my life normally.

I will always be depressed and I will always hate myself and I will always do idiotic things.

I just want to go. Leave.

I felt Shawn's hand over mine.

He gripped my right one and held onto it so tight that I couldn't let go. Not that I wanted to.

We just sat there, our hand intertwined, tears in my eyes, dripping down my face, his eyes gazing into mine, yet him not noticing anything.

I sighed and looked down, my eyes t first, then my chin following, so my face was looking at his legs.

Our hands loosened.

I was losing him again.

To silence.

I winced and I forced so many tears out all at once. I slowly opened my eyes and looked toward Shawn, who was still staring at where my eyes once were.