Camila&Shawn: I Love Me More

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OVERVIEW

Camila and Shawn: a rocky relationship; four confusing years.

Two years of love and adoration. Shawn treated Camila like a princess. 

Two years of covering bruises and hiding scars. Shawn treated Camila like dirt.

Things were turbulent their whole relationship (two steps forward; one step back), but definitely it got worse nearer the end of things. There was the exacerbation of Shawn's drinking problem, putting a big strain on their relationship. As things started to get progressively darker between them, so did Camila's music. But, to be fair, they both did things they weren't proud of.


Shawn's POV

"Don't you love me anymore, Cami?"

She didn't say anything, which more than answered my question. I shook my head and willed myself not to cry. Letting go of her hand, I turned away and started to walk off.

I knew it would upset her. I did that too much and I knew it's all my fault things ended up like this. I needed to let her go. It's not like she was going to miss me anyways.

I'd not taken more than a step before I heard her whispered reply:

"I do love you. But I love me more."

I don't think she meant for me to hear her, but even if she did, I probably would have ended up leaving or she would have seen sense and broken up with me. It's not like I didn't deserve it, the way I treated her.

I bet Camila hates me more than loves me and, well, as much as it hurts to admit it, I guess she's better off without me.

Camila's POV

"Don't you love me anymore, Cami?"

There was a lump in my throat preventing me from replying. I wasn't expecting that. I was sure he was going to break up with me.

I knew what I was about to do would break Shawn's heart, but he'd broken mine too many times for it to have a chance to heal. Even now I could feel it splintering, tiny pieces falling to the ground.

And I still didn't hate him.

By the time I could bring myself to speak, he was already walking away.

"I do love you," I managed to choke out, "but I love me more." I said the last part with more conviction, knowing it was for the best.

I don't know if he heard me. I don't know if I intended for him to hear. But, I hope he did. I hope he doesn't hate me.



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