You and Me, Forever

The Fight [2]

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Camila's POV

Can you just meet me at the coffee shop on main please at 5:00 pm? I just want to talk.

My heart hammers as I read the text, my stomach twisting with nerves. It's been 3 weeks since Shawn has left for tour or more so left with the door slamming shut as our parting words.

We hadn't spoken, hadn't texted, and this was the first form of connection I had received from him. I had wanted to say something, the amount of messages I typed then deleted was more than I could remember. I just didn't know what to say.

I'm sorry? Sorry for expressing how I felt? Sorry for wanting to fix our relationship before it was too late and I lost him? What I feared the most however, had came true.

"Thank you for meeting me, I know you were probably working," Shawn tells me, holding the hot cup of coffee in his hands to provide warmth on the brisk winter night.

"I never work on Tuesday's," I murmured, already feeling my sense of hope draining away.

"Oh...right," He coughs awkwardly.

"So how's your going?" I ask, smiling faintly, trying to find something to fill the silence that was so unlike us.

"Its awesome, Milan was amazing- we played there a couple nights ago, I loved it,"

I watch the bright spark light his eyes, just the way it does every time he talks about music or his fans.

"Thats awesome Shawn, I'm gl-"

"Listen Camila," Shawn cuts me off, my smile falling. "I'm going to have to stop you there, I arranged this meeting for a specific reason."

I can feel my hands shaking and I desperately try to keep them still.

"And that is?"

"I want to break up," His voice is steady when he says it, drastically opposite to the way I felt. It was like I was standing on a boat, a boat that was heading straight for a tidal wave- knocking the ship over and sending me flying into the water.

Of course I saw this coming, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. There was a small piece of me that was still fighting for him.

"W-why?" I stammer out, wanting a valid reason for the separation he seemed to crave.

"I..." he trails off not knowing what to say.

"We hardly talk anymore, you deserve a better boyfriend than me, Camila. One that will actually spend time with you,"

"Can't we work on us? If that's the reason? Shawn I don't want anyone else, I want you," I cry, the water seeping from my eyes coming quicker.

"I... can't" His own eyes filled with tears.

"That's what you said last time," I sob. "Then I didn't hear from you until this morning. Why can't you just talk to me?"

"Camila please don't make this any harder," Shawn says firmly, almost appearing angry at my pleading.

"Shawn please," I beg, not wanting to give up.

"Camila, calm down, I'm not what you want anymore, I'm only going to hurt you okay? You're going to find someone so much better if you first just let me go,"

"Is that what you want?" I whisper, tears rolling down my puffy cheeks.

"Camila," Shawn says quietly, avoiding my eyes.

"Just tell me it's what you want and I won't fight, I'll let you go, only though if it's what you want,"

He pauses, "It is,"

"Then it's final. I hope you made the right decision Shawn, good luck with tour,"

With that said, I pick up my coffee and walk out the door, this time I'm the one slamming it shut. 

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