Shattered & Broken (A Shawn Mendes fan fiction)

Shattered & Broken (A Shawn Mendes fan fiction)

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Shawn Mendes
I had those walls built up. The walls that stopped me from any pain, grief, and sorrow. Those walls had protected me from all the broken hearts in life. But someway, somehow, he had managed to break them down, knock them out. I could see the better picture, the whole picture the better side of things. But if he messed up and screwed me over, those same walls would build up stronger than ever and if someone even tried to break them again it wouldn't be the walls that shatter it would be my heart. I could see the walls built up in her eyes. My one goal was to break them, shatter them. Make her see the better things in life the better picture. But I knew this would take time, those walls had been building and it would take her a while to learn to trust me. But I assure you, I wont, I cant, mess this one up.
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Home.

"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.

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