Shawn Mendes Imagines

Three Empty Words

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{Shawns POV}

"I remember this song," i spoke with a small smile, reminiscing on our past memories together in this very car. Listening to this very song. However, it wasn't the same. Something just wasn't quite right.

She didn't sing the lyrics at the top of her lungs, reciting them perfectly. Instead, she softly hummed, occasionally forgetting the melody; which meant she had to take a break before catching herself up again.

She didn't prop her feet up on my dashboard, or throw her arms around carelessly. She sat still, her legs crossed and discreetly facing the other direction while leaning on her fist.

Her window was closed. A small detail, but a very significant one. She'd always have her window open when her favourite songs played. She loved the way her voice sounded in the wind, even if it was mid winter.

"Yeah, me too." She said, not even cracking a smile. I sighed and drove through the familiar streets, tapping my fingers softly on the steering wheel.

We both knew what was going on, but we were in denial. Neither of us wanting to be the first to admit it, but I was clutching at straws here. It was hard to hold on any longer.

"Thanks for the ride." She mumbled while unbuckling her seat belt. She didn't lean over to me; she didn't kiss my cheek; she didn't even look up at me. And thats all it took for me to come to my senses.

"I'll see you later?" I said, more like a question. She nodded and half smiled before turning to open the door.

I don't know what I was expecting from her, maybe a little bit of reassurance. Whatever it was, I didn't get. She walked straight out of my car and into her home without turning back to me.

Although I knew things were changing at a rate I couldn't keep up with, it didn't make things hurt any less. The way she looked at me with a blank expression. No hate, no love. Nothing.

She didn't feel anything towards me anymore, which was arguably more painful than her hating me. At least she would feel something towards me, and that means she would think about me.

I was too invested in my thoughts to notice a light knock on my car window. It startled me slightly, before I realised who it was. I leant over and unlocked the door before she opened it. I felt a sense of hope within that maybe she changed her mind in the minute she was alone. I then realised how ridiculous that sounds.

"Sorry, I just forgot my purse." She said, reaching down and grabbing her bag. I nodded silently and watched as she stood still, staring blankly at me. "What are we doing?" She whispered, laughing slightly.

"I'm asking myself that same question." I responded. She sat down in the car beside me and shut the door. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak.

"How did we let this happen?" She asked sadly, her gaze fixed on the people walking past us. I shrugged.

"I don't know," I muttered. "But how can we fix it?" She finally made eye contact with me, and for the first time ever, I wish she hadn't.

Her eyes were glazed over as she had a sad smile plastered on her face. She grabbed my hands in hers and shut her eyes briefly before shaking her head.

"I don't think we can."