Shawn Mendes Imagines

V ✧ YOU BROKE ME

  "I don't understand." I stared at Shawn, feeling heartbroken as he packed his belongings.

"I told you," He sighed. "I'm leaving. What's so hard to understand about that?" I watched as he folded his denim jacket, placing it neatly in the black suitcase.

"So that's it, you're just gonna up and leave? What happened to 'always and forever'?" A tear slid down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

He stopped folding and turned to face me. "Seriously, Y/n? We were teenagers. I'm pretty sure you're smart enough to know that nothing lasts forever. We just aren't working. Things change, feelings change. That's life."

I scoffed. "You know what I think? I think you're a coward, Shawn. I think that you're afraid of falling in love. Just because someone else broke your heart doesn't mean I intend on doing the same." I reached for his suitcase, grabbing a handful of his clothing and flinging it at the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled.

  "When you were so hurt that you didn't eat for days, who was there? Who's arms were you crying in, saying that you wished someone fucking loved you?"

  He said nothing.

  "It was me! I was there! I've always been there!" My throat burned as I screamed at him,

"That doesn't mean that you can just break my heart! That doesn't mean that you can just leave me in pieces, and forget about me while I sit here. Wishing that I was good enough for you. You can't do that to me, Shawn. I fucking love you. I've always loved you. It's always been me...It's always been you."

I fell onto my knees and broke down. He stood there, staring down at me. I could see the guilt in his eyes, but I could tell that I wasn't going to change his mind. His mind and heart were elsewhere.

"Is this what you wanted? To see me break?" My eyes were on the wall instead of him. I couldn't even bare to look at him. "Does it make you feel like a man? Doing to someone else, what she did to you."

"I'm sorry, Y/n." He picked up his clothes off the floor and put them back in the suitcase. He zipped it and picked it up. "I have to go." He placed one last kiss on my forehead before leaving.

"You did it, Shawn." I whispered, "You broke me."