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Imagine:
He facetimes me again. I sigh and press the answer button. Shawn definitely doesn't understand the definition of "break".
"Shawn, I said I need time to think things through and decide on things. Being away at uni with all the work doesn't help either."
"Y/n, just listen please! I have something to say."
I prop my head up with my hand and give in. "Make it good Mendes," I mutter. He starts playing the piano and sings soulfully.
"It's not that I don't care about the love you have It's not that I don't want to see you smile But there's no way that he can feel the same Cause when I think of you my mind goes wild
How many times can I see your face? How many times will you walk away? I just have to let you know
I'm not tryna start a fire with this flame But I'm worried that your heart might feel the same And I have to be honest with you baby Tell me If I'm wrong, and this is crazy But I got you this rose and I need to know Will you let it die or let it grow?"
His voice sounds so sad and loving, almost like the last chance of getting me back. He isn't too keen my new "boyfriend" so much. But the truth is, he isn't my boyfriend - I want Shawn back too, but I need time to figure things out.
Shawn continues to sing. "You can tell me to stop if you already know-"
"Stop! Shawn!"
He stares blankly at me through the phone, looking lost and sad. Tears start to blur my vision slightly. He can't see me cry. Not now.
"I need to go Shawn," I whisper. "I need to go." I end the call quickly and let the tears flow down my cheeks.
