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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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Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

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