The Jock and The Musician | part three

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B*TCHES BROKEN HEARTS

B*TCHES BROKEN HEARTS

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Hi, hi, hi!

Long long long time no speak.
I do apologise but I do have a reason. Well, a few; if you care.

1. I've been focusing my time on a novel I've been working on for about a few weeks now. I know that isn't a heap of time but I've made progress and I'm really liking it so far.

2. My writing style has been fustrating me lately. I've been reading a lot more because for some reason, I stopped but, now I'm seeing how other authors are just so good at describing their stories and are using words that make them sound so professional and that's making me lack some confidence.

I love my writing at times, especially when I look back on how I used to write but lately, I feel as thought I can do better, so I'm trying to fix my writing, learn how to be more descriptive, learn new words and attempt to find my style.

3. Honestly, lack of inspiration....
Sorry.

No matter what, I'm just so thankful for you all and I'm especially thankful for you all sticking around, no matter if my schedule is all over the place. So, thank you.

But please enjoy this part, even if I feel it's a bit whack but I'll talk to you all soon xx

But please enjoy this part, even if I feel it's a bit whack but I'll talk to you all soon xx

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"Aaron wait." Aaron storms out of the room, the eyes of customers watching from where they sit, attempting to enjoy a nice breakfast. My eyes land on Shawn who looks concerned with what just took place. Our eyes meet and I frown deeply, a tear slipping down my face. I wipe my eyes and hurry out the door.

I catch Aaron getting into his car. I get in the passenger side, Aaron resting his hands on the wheel, his forehead against the black material as he's silent, not bothering to tell me to leave. A part of me knowing that in his heart, he didn't have what it took to expel me out of his life.

"Aaron, I wanted to tell you. I just," I take a breath. "Didn't know how." My voice cracks and I mentally slap myself for breaking. I didn't want to break, no matter how close I was to falling apart.

"You should've just told me so I wasn't walking around like a complete fool." His voice was low and angry; expected after what had happened.

I shake my head and sniffle.
"You aren't a fool. It was my fault, okay? Not yours and I'm so sorry." I couldn't help it. My body shook with tears and I crumble beside him. He looks up, his eyes foggy and his face red, but he holds out his arm and embraces me in a hug.

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