Part 3 peeps xx
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*Her POV
I woke up, hair damp from my pillow that absorbed my tears from last night. I went to check the time on my phone and instantly regretted it. The time read 5:03am but that is not what bothered me. My lock screen was the thing that got me. It was a picture of me and Shawn at one of his friends birthday party's. He'd snook up behind me and given me a thousand kisses on the cheek, resulting in me to burst into fits of laughter. I turned it off hastily, the sight now a distance memory.
We'd never be like that again.
That shit hurts.
I packed the essentials for a couple of nights. I planned to stay with my best friend for a bit. I knew Katie would always be around to help with breakups and stuff like that. She promised I could stay in her spare room for as long as I wanted. I knew I wouldn't get much sleep though, I'm sure her and her boyfriend will keep me up most nights. I can't believe she's still friends with me, a cheating little shit like me. She says I'm not a bad person but I know she only says that.
I threw my backpack over my tired shoulder, not caring to wipe my tears anymore. I creep out of the spare bedroom, unsure whether Shawn had dragged himself to once our bedroom or had just cried himself to sleep on the sofa. It did appear that he was dead out on the sofa.
Knowing that I was the reason he was up all night crying stung my tears and pulled on my heart.
Normally, I would've just walked straight out without a care, but I wanted Shawn to have this one. I wanted him to watch me leave in the knowing that I truly was sorry and that I wish I hadn't ever done what I did. I took a step towards him, aiming to wake him up and tell him everything I felt then leave. But, my selfish ways got the better of me and I swerved instead, towards the kitchen. I grabbed a pen and ripped off a piece of paper from the notes pad we keep there for shopping lists and stuff. Salty tears are dotted over the page like raindrops but thats not important. I bit the pen in contemplation of what to write but nothing worthy enough for an apology written on a piece of paper came to my mind. I quickly crumpled the piece of paper and stuffed it in my pocket in annoyance that I couldn't form words. I guess the only option left was to go wake Shawn up. Part of me actually wanted to do so, part of me wanted to apologise but the other part of me wanted to run like normal.
I tried to restrain myself from running away and I crept over to where Shawn laid on the couch. I tapped his shoulder a couple of times.
No movement.
I tapped him again more vigorously this time but still, Shawn lay still.
"Ugh" I sighed silently to myself.
Guess I'm gonna have to slap him if talking him awake doesn't work.
"Shawn? Shawn? Shawn, wake up." I said softly, thinking if I spoke quieter he might not hear me which would mean my only other option would just be to leave.
He sniffles and twitched his nose slightly and I knew he was waking up.
He always twitched his nose in the morning when he slowly woke up. It was one of the little things I adored about him.
Very slowly but surely, he woke up, eyes fluttering sadly to the gloomy Saturday morning we both had ahead of us. As soon as he realised that I was standing in front of him, he shot straight up from his relaxed position on the couch and rubbed his eyes hastily, hiding the fact of how hurt he was. I jumped back a little at his sudden movement. We made eye contact for a split second then looked somewhere else immediately.
