"its a quarter after one
im all alone
and i need you now."
[ shawn's POV ]
I sighed as I walked down the halls of what used to be mine and y/n's house. the pictures on the walls began to haunt me. every time I look at them, its like they scream her name at me. i know i messed up, I know she will not take me back, and that's why it kills me to look at these pictures.
the time on the clock reads 1 a.m.
i sigh, realizing its another one of those nights. another one of those nights where Im up until 3 in the morning, drinking away my thoughts as the memory of her haunts me.
i grab a bottle of tequila out of the cabinet and grab a shot glass, quickly pouring it and downing it. I stand at the counter, staring at the glass in my hand. I begin to think of what y/n could be feeling like. i mean, im the one who hurt her. she probably feels several times worse than I do. if that's even possible. knowing im the reason for her pain, knowing im the reason this relationship came to an end is eating me alive. the emotional pain is almost unbearable.
my deep thoughts are brought to a pause when my phone rings. I furrow my eyebrows together, wondering who in the hell is calling me at 1 in the morning.
I grab my phone and my heart almost drops at the name that shows up.
y/n...
why is she calling me? did she accidentally call me? is she calling to freak out on me?
I press answer and shakily say,
"y/n?"
"shawn.." she sighs.
"i need you." she weakly says.
she's been crying. i can tell.
"what do you mean?" I asked.
"i know its late, and I know were over, but i just need you. i need you now. i need you to come hold me, I need you to tell me its ok. shawn, please." she cried.
her words broke my heart.
"ill be there in a few minutes." I said, trying not to cry.
"thank you." she whispered and hung up.
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wow this is trash soRRY
