Desire | Shawn Mendes

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Thank you for reading and sticking with me on this year long journey. Enjoy the last chapter of my favorite piece of writing.

Songs of the Chapter:

Downtown Train - Everything But the Girl

The Last Time - Taylor Swift feat. Gary Lightbody

"This is the last time I say it's been you all along / This is the last time I let you in my door / This is the last time / I won't hurt you anymore..."

- j-

I exit the shower just in time as someone knocks on the door. I tie my robe tightly as I pad against the floor, letting the person behind the door know I was coming. "Who is it?"

"Delivery for Jasmine E. Callaghan." A male voice replies.

"From who?" I reply.

"On the card it says Baby Daddy."

I unlock the door and open it, revealing a man holding up a large bouquet of several lillies and jasmine flowers with light pink roses. The mans eyes go wide and I remember I have on different face masks on and I probably resemble the painting of a kid. He lets out a chuckle as I laugh and apologize for the way I look.

"Don't worry, I have delivered to weirder things." He says to me. "You're fine."

"Thank you. How much do I tip?" I ask him as I open the door wider for him to come in and he places them on the coffee table.

"No need to, he already tipped me plenty." He says. "You have a lovely day."

"Thank you, and you have a better one." I say to him as he leaves. I lock the door and pad over to the couch, plopping down as I pick up the card that was set neatly between the flowers.

Sugar Mama,

     I realized that I left you in the morning and you probably threw up without me there to hold your hair back. I apologize. The next time you'll see me is probably on the plane or at your gallery. I promise that I'm gonna try my absolute best to make it. Also, if I look ugly, excuse the bruises and the bumps. I love you and I hope the gallery is a success.

     Love always, Shawn.

I try to hold back my smile as to not crack the mask and I close my eyes before holding the card to my chest. I open my eyes as I get up from the couch and head back to the bedroom and grab my phone, dial Shawn, and leave a message.

"I got the flowers you sent me. I love you so so much and I can't wait to heal you and your bruises. Don't worry about me and my gallery, worry about yourself and the fight. Win or lose, I don't care. I only care about you being safe. Stay safe tonight. I love you, Shawn." I hang up the phone and spend the rest of the late morning to getting ready.

Once my masks are removed and my skin care routine is done, I apply my hair products that help turn my curls down and when my hair dries, I apply a protectant and straighten it. By the time I'm finished with my makeup, hair, and outfit choice, it's almost three in the afternoon.

The buzzer rings and I go over to press down on it and the minute after I do, I hear Chandlers voice echoing in the hall.

"Jazz-Mine!" He says.

"Oh, my god." I mutter. I walk over to the door and open it, revealing Chandler, my parents, Chloe and Finn.

"We're having a last dinner before you go." My mom says. She holds a whole pot in his hands and she walks into the condo like it was her own home and she sets the pot down on the stove, turning it on. "It needs to warm up again."