be kind | a Shawn Mendes story

"I don't know what all lead me back to this town, stopping my career, the parties, and everything I held so close." He took a deep breath. The way the pool light water reflected across his face made a person I had fantasized on a screen for so long, so utterly real. "I lost all sense of why I was doing it all. I think this moment, right here right now, with you. I think I can see it."
His words hit me, I could understand it clear as day. The dancing, the kiss, and the small talk meant nothing if isn't for the understanding we shared. I knew this love was real, and he did too.
I clutched his hand and gazed into his light brown eyes, pondering our forever.
Consequently, I heard the muffled sounds of the announcer in the gym a few rooms down.
"Shawn. I am so sorry." I say to him, pulling my feet out of the water, and kissing his cheek. "Wait, what?" He asks.
This is something that I never wanted to do, but I grab my shoes and run out the door.