Shawn's POV:
Standing in front of the home I used to share with Y/n, is purely heartbreaking, knowing that when I walk in there I won't receive her hug, or her warm smile, or anything that I would've looked forward to before, because I have now ruined it.
I have ruined the love and bond that was so strong, it made me believe I could take on all the world's armies, as long as I had her. A bond so strong that showing my emotions wasn't such a big deal when it came to y/n because I knew she didn't see me as weak or vulnerable, but just the opposite. She saw it as brave for me to do something like show my fears, and worries, it was the reassurance I was looking for before I met her. I found it, I've found the key to my happiness, and I blew it over my job.
I keep trying to tell myself that after she's over me she'll see that she loves life more, not having to be alone so often and dealing with hate messages that get tweeted and messaged at her.
Strolling up the walk to what is now my house, I take a deep breath, not ready to deal with the lonely atmosphere that will strike me almost immediately prior to walking in.
I take out my key and twist it in the lock, and slowly open the heavy door to reveal the dim lighting of my dwellings, everything reeking of pure sadness, and despair. Things like these emotions, I thought I've grown used too but standing here makes my hands start to shake, and my knees feel as if they're going to give out.
It's all so empty.
Y/n's belongings are no longer spread about the house, clothes and hair ties thrown randomly all over the place, and I can't help but miss it. It's the little things that make home a home, even if it's spontaneous beauty products.
I set my suitcase down and begin my journey to the kitchen, tears already pooling in my eyes, and just before I can grab something to eat, I hear movement upstairs. At first it was a couple of soft footsteps, making me lose focus on the fridge, but then there was a whimper and a slammed door.
She's still here.
The inconvenience of making that phone call, knowing I was coming home in the next couple days, is incomprehensible, barely giving her any time to pack all her belongings, making the possibly of her still being here when I got back all too real.
"Y/n?" I call out, hesitantly making my way back from the kitchen to the bottom of the stairs, "is that you?"
A door down the hallway opens and her frail figure makes its way to the top of the stairs, mascara leaving a trail on her cheeks, and her beautiful eyes avoiding my guilty ones.
"I tried packing as fast as I could but I didn't know when you were coming ho-," she abruptly stops herself from saying home, and her voice remained shaky throughout her sentence, crushing my heart in the slightest, seeing her like this.
"I-I'm just," I sigh, feeding my stupid habit of running my hand through my hair, "this must not make much sense to you." I quickly rub the tears in my eyes, not wanting to give away the fact that I am as broken as she is, and that I'm not being honest about the reasoning as to why I'm leaving.
"Who was it?" Her voice is the one of daggers, eyes moving quickly to make piercing eye contact, sadness slowly fading away to anger, "and how long huh?"
Cowardly, I look away, taking a couple steps back, and decide I can't have this conversation, I can't keep lying to her as if it's nothing.
"Look at me Shawn," The way she says my name, with such hatred, is like a slow and painful tear ripping through me. Before this, whenever she would say my name, it was with pure love and I could listen to her say it all day. One would dream to have that happen.
I don't, I ignore everything my mind is screaming at me to do and I just stare at the wooden floors as if they're the most interesting thing you'll ever find. I'd rather me doing this, than coming up with some crappy lie to explain my supposed "affair."
"Get out," I mumble, tears silently running down my cheeks, causing me to turn my head even more so she doesn't see me crying.
"What?" Her voice is small, and I know this is just adding to her hurt. Never in my life have I dismissed her like this, like what she was asking or saying wasn't even relevant.
"I said get out," I say a little bit louder, sucking in my breath so a sob doesn't make it's way out.
"I don't know what the hell happened to you," she screams, "to make you so damn bitter. All my friends, all of them Shawn, were just waiting for the day you were going to do this, and to think," y/n begins crying, I can hear it in her voice, "To think I actually stood up for you sickens me."
"You should've listened," I swallow my hurt and put on the award winning act of anger, returning her stare.
"I'm relieved this happened," she scoffs, fat tears making their way from her eyes, "because I never want to find myself living with another ass hole like you, I've learned my lesson."
_____________________________________________________________________________________~Poor shawn, and btw his tweets broke my heart.
~Leah
