Shawn Mendes Imagines

Act Like You Love Me (pt.2)

Shawn ~
She walked out of the bedroom with a bag full of her necessities. She had everything she needed, except for me. I had begged her not to leave, but she refused. She refused to the point where she would just ignore me.

"Just one more night." I begged those final words before walked out. She stopped and turned around to look at me.

"One more night? What does that even mean?" She asked, giving me a chance to actually talk to her. "I- I know I can't change your mind. I wish I could, but your mind has been made up and there's nothing I can do, but can you just stay. I need just one more night with you. I'm not asking for sex or anything like that. I'm honestly just asking to be with you for one more night. I love you, Y/N. I know you don't love me, but can we just please act like its the good 'ole days? When we'd..." I paused my sentence to breathe. I can barely talk to her.

Tears continue to roll down my cheeks. "When we'd just lay next to each other, holding hands, just dreaming about the future. I'll forever cherish those moments. I don't know if you will, but I will. I-I believe that if we somehow recreate that moment, I can get over this. I doubt it, but I hope it will." I captured her attention. She nodded her head and put her bag down.

"Don't kiss me." She nonchalantly said to me as she and I walked into the bedroom. As Y/N got closer and closer to the bed, she began to walk slower than usual. As if she was afraid to do this.

"We can just hold hands and lay down. As sleep takes over us, I can only hope that you leave when I'm still overtaken. I don't want to capture the moment you leave me. I'd rather wake up to see you gone than to see you walk away and not be able to do anything at all."

She lied down on the bed and closed her eyes. God I could stare at her all night. However, this is my- our last night together and I have to make this last. I lie down next to her and gently intertwine my fingers with hers. She took a deep breath as she gripped onto my hand. I closed my eyes and wished for this to be a nightmare. I wished that this was an awful trick played by God to make me more wary of my surroundings. But it wasn't. Every pinch told me that I was far from a nightmare. I wouldn't even consider this a nightmare, this is truly hell.

I opened my eyes and looked every to her. She breathed quietly and as she rubbed her thumb against my knuckle.
"You'd think ten years would mean something, huh?" I interrupted the silence.
"I miss being loved." She replied without opening her eyes.

Loved? Not in love? What could I have possibly don't that could have messed this up. It tears me apart that I didn't love her in the right way. She says that it isn't me, but that statement alone tells me that she missed us.

When I say us, I just mean the feeling of us. She didn't miss being in love with me, she missed being loved by me.

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I woke up to rain falling against my window. I rub my eyes and sit up. I glance to my left to see just rustled up blankets where she slept. I had almost forgotten about that. She's now gone... Forever...