Better Together ~ Shawn Mendes

Maybe that's the problem with everyone. We give up. To easily. But . . . that's just the thing, isn't it? Giving up is easy. It's easy to walk away. It's easy to not face the problem. It's easy to not fight. It's so damn easy.
And I have the same fault.
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"shawn, I love you. And I know you love me. But this was never going to work and I'm sorry that this has to be this way. I love you and I hope you find a way to be happy some day; to find someone who can make you happy. But for now you need to be a father, and a boyfriend, to someone that isn't me." I choke out finally.

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20. epilogue

 

I find it ironic, I think, as I stand in the open doorway nearly three years later, staring into the brown eyes of the boy -- no, man -- that stole my heart all those years ago.

"shawn." I say quietly; I'm unsure of what else there is to say.

"Brie." He says in response. I can't suppress the shiver that scampers down my spine at the sound of my name falling from his lips. I sigh, giving him a small smile.

He's visibly matured. His jaw is stronger, his eyes wiser, his shoulders broader, his arms more defined; there's a hinting at stubble across his jaw and chin. He's handsome; always has been. I know that I've changed too. I've filled out in the sense that my once nonexistent "womanly curves" are now very existent. I've also been working out at the local gym for nearly a year now, my arms and legs are stronger and wired with muscle despite my not thin, but not much larger than "thin" physique. My hair is longer too, nearly past my waist. I'm a woman now, anyone could see that. But he's a man now too.

I open the door wider, "Would you like to come in?" I ask him tentatively. He nods, slowly, but not unsure. He comes in and we sit down, I stare down at my attire, wondering what I must look like to him. "So . . ." I murmur, unsure of what we're even doing here; sitting in my living room after three years of not speaking.

"I missed you." Damn. Getting straight to the point I see. . . I sigh, looking up at him and seeing the sincerity in his eyes. I nod, knowing that I too, have missed him; I just didn't realize we were telling each other that.

"I missed you too, shawn." He nods, rubbing his hands on his pants, we're both awkwardly sat, poised, as if ready to be attacked by each other; verbally or otherwise. "What are you doing here?" I ask him nervously. He shrugs, not quite sure how to respond, I'm guessing.

"Well, everything's figured out now, I guess. Maddy has a boyfriend that she loves and can support her and iowa . . . we both agreed that I didn't need to be there anymore. I wasn't much apart of iowas life anyways and well. . . David can take the part of being his dad; he already has." he explains. I figure that iowal is shawns daughter. I nod slowly wondering where he's going with it. "Over the past three years all I could think about was you; and now I can be with you and everything will be alright." I'm shaking my head before he's finished.

"shawn We haven't seen each other in three years. I mean, how do you know I don't have a boyfriend?" I ask him -- I don't. It's gonna take a while yet before I can date again since shawn ripped me into pieces. Not to mention him showing up here like this; it's not going to help much either. I continue, "How do you even know if I still love you? It's been three years shawn." I say rationally. He shakes his head, obviously not taking my lame attempts to throw him off.

"You don't have a boyfriend; I can just tell, you wouldn't have even let me in if you did. And I know you still love me, because I still love you; and the love we had -- have -- it doesn't just go away after a few years." I know he's right; God, I do. I nod standing up; he slowly follows my motions.

"I know that shawn. Of course I still love you but I don't see what that has to do with anything. I broke it off . . . what, do you just wanna start up again, despite everything?" I ask, not actually asking that as a real question. But he nods anyways, walking forward to meet me.

"That's exactly what I want." he whispers, now that we're inches apart. His hand slowly grasps mine tightly, as if never wanting to let go. I close my eyes at the feeling of his skin touching mine and breathe out slowly, trying to steady my already erratic heartbeat. "shawn . . . .I breath out; a warning in my voice.

"Brie, I love you and I know you love me. So please." His voice is low and somewhat husky and I just stop breathing for a moment, savoring in the pure serenity of this moment; of being with him. I slowly raise my head to look at him, and my breath catches, purely from the close proximity to his minty breath and his lips. God, his lips; lips that I've longed to kiss for so long. He seems to have the same idea as his eyelids pull lower, leaning in.

Our lips touch with a sort of finality. As if to say: This is it.

This is the last time you'll have to wonder what's to come. He's it, he's the one and it'll all be okay from now on. And I reach out and touch that feeling, and I grab it with all I have and pull it towards me, and I kiss him. With everything I have, with everything I've had for the past years of longing for him; longing to be near him. Longing for his touch and kiss was the worst kind and I had never felt so relieved to be with him than I was right now. shawn is in the same state I was; he kissed me hungrily. He kissed me in a way I had always longed to be kissed in: he kissed me like a man who hadn't eaten in years, and like I was richest, most delectable delicacy he had ever seen. He kissed me feverishly and I wanted this without a doubt, I wanted shawn. Every part; the good, the bad, the crazy, the wonderful, the anger, and sadness, and hurt, and happiness; joy, everything. I wanted it all.

As we kiss I come to realize something. I realize that all those years ago, when I had broken both shawn and I, I had believed that we were no longer good together. But now I see it differently. I see the two of us as people who loved each other so much that it scared us but the timing of it all was just off, and the decisions we made then were wrong and this lead me to believe we would never last.

But now I see it; and I see that we are Better Together.

Because we make each other stronger and when we're together I see clearer, and when I'm touching him, I feel everything 100% better n

And I like it this way.

No.

I love it this way.

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