shawn's pov

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It was about 2 am when I heard a knock on my door that was so faint I wasn't entirely sure if it even happened. I paused the TV and got up to see who it was.

I opened the door to Victoria, who had tear stained cheeks and smelled like distillery. Her arms were folded, her hair was a mess, and she was stepping on the back of her converse.

"I didn't know where else to go," she said very softly. I didn't need to hear anymore before I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her inside.

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