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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8. fake it till you make it

It's been 5 days since Jenna came. I just have to fake a smile for the next week and a half, then there's break where I can just be by myself. I honestly don't know if I will leave for good or not. I guess only time will tell. I pretend to be happy most of the time. And then when everyone else is gone I'll spend the time curled into a ball crying, wondering what I did to deserve all of this hate. Just because I really, really like this guy who happens to be famous. Nobody would care if he wasn't famous, but since he is, millions of girls worldwide have supposedly "called dibs" on my boyfriend. Who gives them the right?! 'Calm down Brie ' I tell myself, 'It's no big deal. I mean, you have him and they don't, so really why would it matter? . . . Right?'

There's a knock at the door and I jump, answering with a shaky,

"Come in." shawn walks in and smiles, I return a fake one, trying to act natural.

"Hey, the boys are all gonna head down to the beach, you wanna come?" He asks me, a huge grin on his face, obviously expecting me to say yes. I give him a sad smile, shaking my head.

"No sorry babes, I'm not feeling to well, I think I'll stay back just this once." His smile falters, but he quickly recovers and nods understandingly. He walks over to me, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead and giving me a soft smile.

"It's okay, just feel better Brie, we'll be back in a few hours." he tells me. I nod and watch as he leaves. It's almost like my brain is counting down the seconds until the door closes behind him. Because as soon as it's close I burst into tears. Large tears pouring down my cheeks. I hear the door open and I pray that it's not shawn.

"Brie?" Thank God, it's Jenna. I feel a hand on my back and I pull my hands away from my face, looking up at her through my tears. She sits down next to me and looks at me tenderly. "Brie, hun, what's wrong?" she asks me quietly. I blubber nonsense, until I can finally make a word or two.

"I-I ca-an't!" I sob into her shoulder.

"You can't what?" she asks softly, almost afraid that if she speaks to loudly then I'll break. She may be right . . . .

"A-all of the h-hate, I j-just can't! And I just - I love him so m-much - but, I j-just can't a-ny m-more!" I say loudly through the sound of my heart breaking as I realize what I must do. She just sighs, not saying anything, so, I take the opportunity to continue, my tears finally coming to an end. "I know what I have to do."

"What?" she asks, almost as if she doesn't want to know.

"I have to leave."

"Brie! No! You can't!" she protests. I ignore her, standing up and walking out of the room, and just as I had suspected she follows me. I turn right around and go back in, shutting the door in front of her, locking it. She pounds on it a few times before giving up. 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 to give up that we stop noticing when we begin to give up on everything and everyone around us. Because we just want easy so badly that we can't think of the consequences. We can't think of the effect it will have on ourselves and the ones we love.

And I have the same fault.

I just book the flight. Pack my bags. And I leave.

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I'm on a flight heading home. Tears slide down my face. This may have appeared easy, leaving; but it's not. And I know that as I stare down at the text messages that I will never reply to....All from shawn. . .

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