••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

5: I Lived

Y/n's POV
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I somehow remember the blur.
The foggy blur.
As if it has all happened again.
I do not know where I am now.
Nor who I am.
But I do know where I was.
Who I was..
I remember the bed with bars.
The white walls surrounding me.
The figures next me; I loved them all.
I remember who said what to me and I remember who I said what to.
I remember him..
How could I ever forget him?
My whole life had been in the same setting just about.
The bed with bars and the white walls.
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"I'm so sorry, y/n.."
"For what? You helped me live while I was dying. For all these years.. you made me feel like I was normal."
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Never have I ever been 'normal'.
But somehow he made me feel like it.
The kind of normal where you could go home, go to school, breathe real air, and fall in love.. the kind of normal I had always wished to be.
As if he were the angel and I was the person, he guided me.
Shawn guided me.
All along he was just my friend.
Since we were young, I felt some sort of pain. Not in my lungs, but in my heart.
I never knew what it meant.. but I think I was in love.
I've only got to read about love.
But instead of that.. Shawn helped me write our own book.
Love story.
Like Romeo and Juliet..
Unlike Disney, the real love stories aren't meant to last forever.. but to be passed down for centuries.
I pray alone to myself that my angel, Shawn, is guiding others along the way to peace.
So while taking your last breaths.. he'll make them count.
And so I took mine..
I died but at the exact same time, I had lived.