shawn mendes imagines

right next to you

I felt alone.

I was alone.

I was alone, accompanied by bruises along my skin and blood on my hands. There was a bed of broken glass that remained on the floor, along with a broken heart that would never be fixed and broken tears that released every single thought of mine, leaving me nothing but empty.

He left me broken and bruised with my own blood on my hands in my own bathroom with only a sorry. The love I thought that filled the space between us two was not real. Like pyrite to gold, he had me fooled. I handed him my love, and he soon returned it with charcoal eyes and a dark stare with concrete hard hands without regret. A memorable thought that will never leave me smiling, but trembling instead.

"_____? Are you okay, _____? I heard something shatter." I heard Shawn's voice echo through the walls that stood between us. I stayed quiet, hoping that he'd go away without my say. "_____, I know you're here. Stop trying to hide." I listened to him chuckle as his steps got louder, the old wood of my apartment creaking underneath him. I felt it shake beneath me. He called out some more, and the volume of his voice told me he was in my bedroom.

"I'm in here." I breathed out, watching blood continue to stream some more, along with my tears.

"_____?" There was more worry in his voice, and I heard him run. "_____?" He muttered, opening the door of my bathroom slowly, the sound of glass joining along with his words. His mouth was agape and his brown eyes looked back and forth between the floor and I. I just sat there, motionless.

I laughed nervously, staring at the mirror before leaning my head on to the wall. "He left. Just like you said, Shawn."

Shawn stared at me, slowly finding his way next to me, never breaking his gaze even when I couldn't find the strength to look back at him.

"I should've listened," I mumbled. "God...I'm so stupid."

"Hey," He cooed. "If anyone's stupid, it's him. And me. I should've tried harder to stop you."

"I thought he loved me." I whispered, taking the time to look at Shawn, nervous at how he'd react. I was at my breaking point with tears and runny mascara decorating my cheek.

A look of sympathy he gave me, wrapping his arms around me as he brought me in to his chest. "I'm sorry to say he doesn't. But, _____, I do. And I hope that that can make up for it."

"Am I going to be okay?" I asked. Such a silly question, but I just wanted to hear him say I will. To give me hope when I can't give it to me, myself.

"Of course you will," He mumbled in to my hair, kissing my temple before tucking every loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You're going to be okay, I promise."

I nodded slowly, laying my head back on to his chest, taking in the feeling of his arms around me. It'd been awhile since I felt a loving touch.

"I know it feels like everything is going against you, and everything is piling up on your shoulders, but I want you to know everything will be okay. I'll be here, right next to you."

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