Peace, Love, & Pogo Sticks

"Time Heals All Wounds"

If there's anything that makes a person grateful for a best friend, it's heartbreak. Bristol had barely left Camila's house since she had returned to Miami and Camila was eternally grateful for that. If Bristol hadn't been there, Camila probably wouldn't have even left the bed. Granted, even with her best friend there she still didn't leave the comfort and peace of her bed often. Her pillowcase was stained with tears, as were her sheets and clothing and pretty much everything she owned. She figured that at some point she would run out of tears but that had yet to happen.

Meanwhile, Shawn was in Toronto sulking in a similar way with Brian by his side. Bristol and Brian kept each other updated on the emotional state of their best friends via text but tried to keep their relationship on the low as to not make the sting of their friends' recent breakup even worse. The day after they broke up, Shawn tried to call Camila. He tried to call her countless times but he was greeted with her voicemail every single time he called. Realizing that he wasn't going to have any luck in calling her, he opted for texts. Even if she didn't respond, it made him feel better knowing there was at least a chance that she would read what he had to say.

S: I never wanted to hurt you. And I realize that means nothing because I did end up hurting you, but it was never my intention and I know that you know that. My relationship with you was something I could have never predicted and when I look back at our story I can't help but feel like it really was fate that brought us together. I'm not ready to give up on us yet, Camila. I know I fucked up. I fucked up and that's a mistake that I'll be regretting until the day I die - no matter what happens between us. I don't love Zoey. I don't want to be with Zoey. It's you, Camila. You're the only one for me. I've never felt a love for someone like I've felt for you and I can't help but feel like that means we're supposed to be more than what we are currently. I am so, so fucking in love with you. I want to be better; I want us to heal this relationship and move forward together stronger than before. I'll do anything I have to to earn your trust again, even though I know I don't deserve it anymore. I'll literally drop everything and move to Miami right now if I need to. I can't just let a love like ours slip away. This means way too fucking much to me for me to let it just fade away. I love you. I love you and I'm so, so fucking sorry.

About four hours after he had sent the message, he saw the 'read' tag pop up beneath it - letting him know that she had seen what he had to say. Unfortunately, he never got a response. Deep down he knew he wasn't going to get one but there was a small sliver of his heart that hoped that maybe she would open up to him a bit more.

Camila read his text and wound up sobbing violently in a mixture of sadness and anger - so much so that she ended up throwing her phone across the room. After a few more missed calls and texts, she decided she couldn't handle it and blocked his number. Tapping the 'block' button was the final knife to the heart and she was once again reduced to a sobbing heap buried beneath the blankets on her bed.

Shawn tried to contact her but his texts weren't being delivered and his calls weren't going through. When he realized that she likely blocked his number, he broke down. He ended up drinking whatever alcohol he had available to him in his apartment until he felt numb enough to pass out on the couch until he could wake up the next day, hopefully with a slightly less broken heart.

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One month to the day after they broke up, Shawn found himself in the Miami airport. He didn't tell anyone that he was going there because he knew that they would tell him not to. He needed to see her; he needed to talk to her in person. He stood at her front door for about five minutes before working up the courage to knock on her door. He swallowed hard when Bristol opened the door instead of Camila.

"Bristol?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Bristol said angrily. "You need to leave."

"Not without talking to Camila first."