Shawn | Camila
shawn
we should really think things through
Why are you texting me?
we should think things through
I mean, I'm just downstairs.
WE SHOULD THINK THINGS THROUGH
Okay, baby, chill.
I AM CHILL
Wait, what are we thinking through again?
THE NEW YORK THING
I thought we already talked about that last night.
no i feel like we should talk about it again
You're worrying yourself.
I'm coming up.
NO
STAY EXACTLY WER U ARE
Okay, why?
u know why
I don't so please enlighten me.
we won't be able to think things through if we're here together
Like last night?
It was fun, though.
shawn!!!
stop it
this is a serious matter!
I know, baby.
And, I'm also starting to accept the fact that you'll be leaving soon.
i don't wanna leave you
Camila.
It's part of everything.
i know that's why i've been having second thoughts
Okay, I'm really going upstairs now.
shawnn
The opportunity given to you in New York is big. You'll move there and I'll start my tour next month. It will be sad being apart from each other but it's part of our commitment to this relationship.
I love you that's why I don't want you to hold back from chasing your dreams because of me.
:(
I can hear you.
Baby, stop crying.
Open the door.
i love you too you know
New York will be great. I'll come and visit you between my gigs. Promise.
i still don't know if i can survive a day without you
and your hugs and kisses
and your scent
and voice
And, yet, you still won't open the door.
don't you have a spare key u ugly potato
It's in there, too. Sorry. ;)
i hate u i'm sprawled in bed i don't wanna get up
Let me join you.
sure if you can open the door
Don't make me break it.
oh i'll wait
Camila
I'm counting.
okay geez not another repair
i'm coming up
Love you.
love yah most
tadaa
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