Picture Perfect {S.M}

Picture Perfect {S.M}

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Shawn Mendes
A Shawn lovestory. What d'you expect? ××× Cameroon Chesterfield, a shy tom boy girl. She is a living contradiction, but finds comfort within the art of photography. All until Shawn flipping Mendes happened. Cameroon not only falls victim to his charm, but also thirsts for his attention and comfort. All from a man she knew existed. But loving a public figure comes with more drama and heartbreak than expected. ××× You don't have to be in Mendes army to read this. ❤ Most impressive rankings: #1 Shawmilla #5 Camilla #18 shawnmendes #19 Tomboy
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I never wanted to leave Shawn, not the first time when I left for California to persue my dream, or the second time when I left after seeing him seemingly so happy with Hailey or even today but somehow it always seemed like the right thing to do, and as Shawn kisses the top of my head softly whilst wrapping his arms tightly around me I feel a darkness drawing in. The way he holds me tighter than he ever has before tells me that he feels it too. Squeezing his fingers which are laced between my own I swing my legs around and sit up on the edge of his couch, I feel him moving behind me as he brings himself up to sit next to me "Mila what is it?" His voice is quiet, like he's asking a question that he already knows the answer to "Today has been surreal" "All of it or just us?" "All of it. It feels like a dream... some parts have been more like a nightmare, but this... us, lying together like this, I couldn't have dreamt it, even in my wildest dreams" He smiles at me and then his eyes drop to his knees "Are you sorry?" I ask the question not wanting to know the answer, if he says that he's sorry for what we've done he will destroy me in a way that I will never recover from, but pressing his lips to mine our foreheads meet as he whispers "I will never ever be sorry for a second I spend with you"

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