Love is like an open flame. When you light a candle, you can't blow on it too much or else it'll die. You have to treat it gently. If you're careless, it sets everything else on fire.
That was how they felt. Their open flame was blown on too much. So much that it went a certain way and was so close to setting the whole thing on fire. Their relationship was near that.
Their relationship was about to be caught in flames and blown to pieces.
Sleep was not restful. His neck was sore from sleeping on the couch. He groaned and got out of bed, walking into the kitchen and looking at the time.
6:30 AM
He had to be at work at 7:00. He started the coffee and walked upstairs to the bedroom and put on his suit, walking downstairs he grabbed his cup of coffee.
The earliest days of the relationship they'd both be up early, talking and chatting, making eachother breakfast. This wasn't the case. Nothing was the case anymore.
He got his bag and headed out the door, he couldn't bear to look at her again. He almost cringed when he did. He didn't know how long he could do this.
But he loved her.
More than she loved him.
That was a known fact.
shawn has a suit how fancy. anyways merry christmas (eve) I'm rlly tired so yeah enjoy this update goodnight !
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FanficTheir love was fire. And fire is catching. It catches onto simple things like material, food, objects. You name it. Their love was set to burn in flames. They didn't feel it physically, but mentally it burned. It hurt. It was worse than any Third De...
