Roses Diary [S.M]

Don't give up on us

Hi loves,

I have been so busy with all my assignments for Uni all weekend. I have still so much to do before Christmas break!

I will try to write as much as possible! This chapter is going to be a little shorter than normal! Sorry for that!

Xoxo, M.

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My sobs are the only sound that is filling up the air. With me in his arms, Shawn walks into his bedroom and close the door behind him.

I don't know how but within seconds, I am laying on his bed, with him wrapped around my body. Holding me as close as possible to his chest. "Just let it out, baby. You have been strong for long enough."

He doesn't have to say it twice, as another wave of tears are streaming down my cheeks. The only thing he does, is caressing my arm up and down, in a smoothing manner.

I don't know for how long we have been laying here, in the dark, flushed against each other, while I cried my eyes out, but after what feels like forever, my tears finally stop.

"Can I get you anything?." Shawn says while he still holds me close. "Some water?."

"Yea, please." My voice sounds hoarse. Like I have been screaming for the past hour. He nods his head, press a kiss against my cheek.

"I don't know if everyone is still downstairs but I will tell them to go, okay?." He says as he unwrap his arms from my body.

"You don't have to change your entire evening for me, Shawn." That wouldn't be fair to him. It's already bad enough that I had such a breakdown in front of him. "I can go home and you can go back to."-

"Absolutely not. You are crazy if you think that I will let you get away from me again."

He says as he opens the bedroom door and the light from the hallway enters the room. As the light hits his face, a small smile appears on his face. "I will be right back."

I can clearly hear voices coming from downstairs, asking Shawn if I am okay. I cannot hear his response as he probably walks into the living room. I sigh deeply as I let myself fall back on the bed. I am so tired. Who knew that bawling like a baby would take so much energy from you.

After about 10 minutes, I can hear some clear voices again. Everyone is leaving. I don't know how Shawn convinced Anna to leave without me but I need to learn those skills. Maybe he does a mind trick or something?

Then I remember that I had full glam on when I got here. As you all know, crying isn't conducive for your makeup. Especially not for mascara. I should probably check up on my appearance. I probably look like a panda.

I lift myself out of bed and walk with wavy legs to the en-suit bathroom. I almost have a heart attack as I see my reflection in the mirror. Not only has my mascara start living its own life and wandered down to my jaw and neck, there are also strains of tears visible in the foundation on my face. In one word; I look horrific.

I open a few drawers, looking if Shawn still owns some makeup wipes. Of course, I can do it with soap and water, but if it gets in my eye, and you know by now that with my clumsiness that chances are high, I am going to die. It is already a hard night as it is, lets not add soap in my eye to that list.

Where the hell does he keep those makeup wipes? I know that he has some. I don't know if you knew but all artist are wearing makeup. Female or male. It doesn't matter. It's required if you appear on television.

I open the cupboard above my head. Bingo. Standing on my tippy toes, I manage to get the package of makeup wipes. I grab a wipe out and wipe one side of my face.