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Imagine:
"Stay Y/n, please."
There's tears running down her face, but nothing I say will make her stay. "I can't Shawn. I don't want this either, but it's not working for both of us."
She gets up to leave but I grab her hand to stop her. "Y/n," I whisper.
I wipe her tears away but they keep rolling down her cheeks. I pull her into me and hug her tight. She doesn't push me away. I rest my chin on her head.
"Stay just for tonight, please. You can go in the morning when I'm asleep." As I get into bed next to Y/n, she curls up into a ball so that there's a gap between us. I wrap my arms around her body but she doesn't respond back in any way; only stiffens her body.
"Y/n, please."
She turns to face me and looks into my eyes. She presses her lips onto mine and we kiss for a long time. But it's different this time. It feels sad, and too long, like she's forcing it. Almost as if it's our last kiss.
