Y/n's POV:
"Truly you must think I'm an idiot if you think I'd just leave." He pushes his rolling chair back from the desk bitterly with a sneer. His eyes lost all light of excitement and happiness, the emotions just draining from them completely, making me think that he'd just leave more.
Shrinkingly I gaze down at the barren floor, playing with my finger tips in my other hand. Shawn sitting, absorbed in the thoughts of us and how we used to be, and me standing, thinking about how I'm going to say what I've wanted to for so long. We're left in the silence of ache and dismay, not confident at all in our words or actions.
"I don't see why you wouldn't," I breathe, my words barely being understandable, I rushed them out so quickly and quietly I question if he was able to hear me.
We may be only a couple feet apart, but it really feels like miles, stretching on and on, us yelling through the distance so whoever was listening could hear, but too far from each other to actually do anything.
"Excuse me?" He hisses, being broken away from his deep thoughts, having those beautiful brown eyes that I'm sure I'll miss, meeting mine.
I know he cannot see my face, for my focus is at the boring wooden floor, but I try my best to show no emotion at all, for my sake, because I'm not sure if I can manage caring.
"I don't understand what's holding you here," my voice louder, and gaining confidence, not sure of how he'll react of my outburst.
"You think I'm here for the hell of it y/n?" His once calm nonchalant face turns red with worry and anger building inside him, "because I don't have that time to waste." He lets out a vicious laugh after making his point.
I look up with a look of surprise on my face, not being able to control what I felt. That's all he's been doing here, wasting his precious time.
I laugh in disbelief, "so if you're not wasting time here shawn, then what are you doing, because we sure as hell aren't getting anywhere!" My voice begins to raise and I am concerned this will turn into a merciless fight.
For months we never actually addressed the problem we've been having, and there's literally no reason for it.
"You know what?" He murmurs, "forget it."
"It's kind of hard to forget when I'm constantly followed by an awkward silence, shawn this is really hard to forget when your presence is a constant reminder."
I shut my mouth quickly in disbelief of my words. He would always try to end these so called fights with telling me to forget about what happened, and the ongoing problem, and I'd listen but I'm sick and tired of listening to a man who makes no sense.
"Leave me alone y/n," he says with an exaggerated sigh, "and never talk about this again."
I death glare him before walking out of the room and slamming the door.
Hope is something you never let me have.
________________________________________~I really hope this was better than the last one and thanks to everyone that actually reads my authors note.
~Leah
