Y/n POV:
It's been 3 weeks since I've talked to shawn, figuring he was out screwing new and different people. There's probably no point in trying call him, yet there's just something nagging at me to do so.
3 weeks of crying, 3 weeks of being angry, I can't even stand to look at myself. I could've done so much different, like paid more attention to him but he could've done the same.
This whole relationship is dysfunctional and I could tell he really didn't want to leave but what's the point in him being here? Taking up space and lying so he doesn't have to flat out tell me that he's been sleeping with other women. Pathetic, he's pathetic I'm pathetic everything is plain out pathetic.
I decide laying in bed won't do anything so I set my mind on doing something worse, killing my feelings.
I walk in his empty office and drag my finger along the wall just remembering all the beautiful things he used to have here. Every time he came home with an award a smile would be plastered on his face and he'd wait to be hugged.
"Congratulations babe," i would say running to hug him and we'd just stand there holding each other. I mentally ask shawn, remember when you used to hold me?
I scoff and keep dragging my finger, bored and hopeless remembering things just to make me sad.
But what If I did call him? Yes he cheated on me and left me a wreck but I have always believed there was something different about shawn, maybe it's because I'm crazy but it's kind of hard to fight things if you're insane.
I grab my phone that has been just sitting on his empty desk this whole time and I find myself dialing his number, sending shivers down my spine of being so nervous.
"Hello?" He sounds groggy and wary of what I might say. Hah, I think to myself, bet he didn't except me to call.
"Y/n what do you need?" He speaks again but this time of concern and immediately, like a turtle I fall back into my protective shell.
"Uhm," i whisper trying to put the words together, "i don't understand." My voice sound monotone and emotionless because of the fear of this exact conversation.
"Y/n," he sighs, "yes I did cheat, and I regret it with my heart because every time I found my self with another girl..." He trails off sighing again out of clear saddness, "my mind would wander to you, like how your day went and if anything interesting happened because I still cared and I still do now." He clears his throat probably from a forming lump.
"So then why?" I begin to shake, "why ignore me? Why pretend that your work was the only thing that was important to you?" Him doing that hurt like a bitch.
"I don't know, but if given the opportunity I'd like a second chance. I won't blow it.." i hear him move some papers and I just slump against the wall.
"How can I trust you?" I feel the hot tears brim my eyes l, "that really hurt."
"But you know what hurts more y/n?" He let's out shaky breaths waiting to see if I have anything to say, "not having you here hurts more. I never realized how much you did for me emotionally. You kept me sane."
I run my hand through my hair not knowing what to say or what to think. God he's so good with words he could've tried this on 30 other different women.
"Well shawn," i say skeptically, "that's exactly why you don't take people for granted." I let out a sob and hang up, denying him the Chance of responding. If he knew how done I was with his crap he'd understand.
I drop my phone to the ground seeing his name pop up trying to call again and run shakily to my room. I need to sleep thats all, I thought, I don't need this.
Hearing my ringtone, I drift off into a light sleep trying to forget him, and his cheesy ass words.
_________________________________________~thanks so much actlikeyouloveme for requesting the part two, means a lot.
~Leah
