You and Me, Forever

Marriage and Failure

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Literally so depressing. Grab some tissues before you start reading

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Marriage is a term that seems to have an entirely subjective meaning. To some, marriage is a way of solidifying an ever growing union of love between two individuals; some view marriage as an opportunity for celebration and gloating to all those around them. Marriage can be a complicated series of political relationships or shareholding trades.

But to Shawn and Camila, marriage was sneaking away from press releases early to watch a lowly rated 2000's movie and consume cheap thin crust pizza while laughing under the sheets of a crumb stained mattress. Marriage was gifting each other stuffed animals in the shapes of their favorite 90's cartoon characters spontaneously.

Marriage was Camila and Shawn standing at their own wedding during the time of their slow dance, both enamored by nothing but each other's presence. Marriage was Shawn leaning over during Camila's sister's drunken toast and whispering "I'd rather be watching Legally Blonde with you right about now" before softly kissing her forehead, muttering a low "Love you, pet".

And for a while, that's what marriage was.

Sometimes, Camila would be slicing fruit to blend in her afternoon smoothie, and she'd notice a new set of paints Shawn had purchased for her on the way back from his studio session. And despite the fact that Camila had told him multiple times that she had more than enough art supplies from his constant gifts, he'd always buy her more, as if it were a way of encouraging her talents. Camila constantly painted then, selling her work filled with the uplifting inspirations of her relationship to numerous buyers. Her art room always seems to be in use, and finished paintings hung up on the walls waiting to be preserved and framed before being displayed in the city's finest museums.

And when her wrists ached from constantly holding easels and brushes, and her neck ached from angling her head down when painting her artwork, Shawn would be ready in bed to rub the knots out of her loving body. He would adorn her neck with kisses, press him thumbs into her wrist, and melt into her. They each held pieces of each other wherever they went.

"Inseparable" was the word Brian used to describe them whenever he witnessed Shawn asking Camila about her art everytime she got a moment alone at her art display. He was like a giddy lovesick teenager, waiting profusely for the onlooker Camila was speaking with to end the conversation so he could speak to her again.

Whenever Shawn would wrap his arms around Camila's waist from behind, she would memorize the way his fingers slid across her skin, the warmth and delicacy of his soft fingertips. The way that her head fit perfectly beneath his chin as if they were built for each other.

Shawn noticed things, too.

Like how Camila would hold onto his ring and pinky fingers because her hands were far too small for Shawn's long slender fingers. How - after a while of lying with each other, Camila's breaths would sync up with his own instinctively.

He noticed the way her thumbs would rub small circles onto his skin when she held him, and when they were apart for more than a mere few hours he swore he could feel the light ghosting of her fingertips rubbing circles on his chest every second he missed her.

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It was September when Shawn left for his world tour. The leaves were mostly green, and still very much stuck to the branches of the aging trees, but a few yellow leaves occasionally scattered the lush green rows on Camila's walk to the art gallery.