Shawn Mendes Imagines

125 - I'm Done (Part 2)

~Shawn's P.O.V.~

Sometimes, it's the little things in life that could make or break you. Like how she would bury her face in my chest when she sleeps. How she would pull me closer to her when she feels me move a little away from her. How soft snores escaped from her lips when she falls right to sleep after a hard day. The way she used to run to me when I came home. The kisses she left on my chest as she snuggled closer to my side.

I would really miss this. This girl has been my everything for so long. I got so used to having her by my side no matter what happens to the point that I didn't realize I was losing her. I was too caught up doing what I love and completely forgot about the girl I love. I made her feel unwanted, unappreciated... Alone. I pushed her aside when I should have balanced things better.

I don't want to lose her this early in my life. Hell, I don't want to lose her at any point in my life. But she's stubborn. Once she has made up her mind, there's no changing it. And she has a point. We both can't drop what we're doing for the other. At the end of the day, our lives don't revolve around each other. We're only a part of the other's life.

I sighed and ran a hand through my bed head. I glanced down at her and smiled as she scooted closer to me, her hands clutching the sheets to her chest. I leaned down and placed a kiss on her head before getting out of bed, using a pillow to replace my body beside her. I slipped my boxers back on and slowly got out of bed.

I tramped down the stairs from her room and made my way to the kitchen. I went through her cabinets and got whatever the hell I needed to make breakfast. I turned the stove on and merely stood there, watching the fire before snapping back to reality and putting the pan over it.

~Y/N'S P.O.V.~

I opened my eyes and stretched out my arms to my sides. The unmade side of the bed felt cold... a little too cold. The sky peeking through the small gap in the curtains was dim. This is really it. I'm really letting go... of our past, of our present, of what could be our future... Last night really was my last night with him and whatever we had... it's really coming to an end. Yet despite how many times I tell myself that it's for the best, it still doesn't feel right. It feels as if I'm quitting without trying to find a solution that could possibly fix it. Holding it in until I exploded wasn't exactly a solution. However, I thought it was at that time. Am I really ready to do this?

I sighed and pushed the covers off of me, slipping my legs off the bed and letting my feet hit the cold carpeted floor. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting my hands fall to my cheeks. I glanced around the room, taking in my scattered clothes on the floor, taking note of his clothes, sans boxers, still there. I walked over to his shirt and brought it up to my chest. I grabbed my underwear and bra, put them on, and slipped his shirt on. I took a glance at the clock on my bedside table, sighing once I saw that it was just a little past half-past twelve. We slept in.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom, washing my face and brushing through my messy hair. I tried to make myself look decent before going downstairs. The sound of sizzling and the smell of food wafted out from the kitchen. I silently walked to the room and leaned against the door frame. I took in the view of him standing in front of the stove in nothing but his underwear, feeling my chest get heavier at the sight of him.  

"Hey." I muttered, walking in and sitting on the island behind him.

"Hey." He greeted, still facing the stove.

"So..."

"So..."

I merely sighed, not knowing how to start a conversation between the two of us. I jumped off the counter as he turned around to place a pancake on a plate before turning back to the stove. I went over to the cupboard and took two mugs before making my way to the coffee maker. We silently moved around each other, both trying to prepare breakfast for one another. To say that the silence lingering between the two of us was awkward would be an understatement. Every time one opened their mouth, they shut it immediately since no matter how hard we try, we just do not know what to say.