Shawn Mendes Imagines

Silver Rings (Sad)

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"I brought her a ring — a promise ring," he whispered, staring up into the ceiling as he felt his chest heaving in a calm pattern. Y/N closed her eyes the second he said that pronoun, knowing that it was not her he was referring to, of course, it wasn't. Oh God, she felt this feeling too often. The feeling that strangled its long arms around her, but it was the softest drop of poison that made her heart melt.

And it hurt. It hurt knowing that her love for him ran for miles. But he stopped at the starting line, watching her run with her weak legs trying to liven up her love for him as he watched her disappear with a heavy heart. It was clear he never loved her. He loves the woman he's going to give a promise ring to, he's gonna get down on one knee as he proposes her a promise. A promise to give her the world, give her his future and give her his everything. And Y/N stood there like a fool — she knows she's a fool and possibly the biggest one out. She's going to stay until he properly tells her she needs to go and leave him for good. It might've been time for Y/N to take her heart back from Shawn because he wasn't looking after it well, considering the fact that he never did.

Y/N scrunches the white sheets up to her chest, her faint red knuckles fisted between the soft fabric as it covered her naked body, warming the goosebumps that scattered throughout her bare skin. Her pouted lips puffed out into a small sigh, slightly shaking her head at the thought of Shawn's future without her.

"I don't wanna know, Shawn" she managed to croak out, feeling her throat tighten at the realization of her hurt. She felt her head spinning in continuous circles that ran around her heart. She could practically see shades of grey flashing in front of her sunken eyes as if there wasn't any sort of color to her world at that moment.

"She's pretty. She loves me," he continued with no sort of care for the vulnerable woman lying beside him. He didn't need to fucking brag. There was no need for the reminder that Shawn's loved or that Y/N knows very well that she's pretty. Hell, there's always that constant reminder. Whenever Y/N came over, she'd see photo frames of the couple together or simply going on her phone where'd she see recent photos of Shawn out for lunch or on a jog on her feed. Not to mention, whenever Shawn's phone lit up from his nightstand, she knew it was her daily 'goodnight' message that covered the lock screen of surprise — her.

"Then why the fuck are you here? Why did you just sleep with me if she loves you and you love her?" Y/N sat up, her voice still broken and strained. Her hair tangled and her glassy eyes dared to look at the man who she couldn't help but still love.

She told him she loved him years ago. She remembers aimlessly mumbling to herself that he would never love her, shutting down her previous thoughts of confidence where she felt like she could confess her undying love for that man. They're best friends and as duty calls, she stood by him throughout every harsh break up he's been through. She would sit on the couch, with his head in her lap as she comforted him saying the usual phrases of 'you deserve better' or 'you'll find the one.' And Y/N believed she was the one.

So, when the rush of alcohol split through her body on a lonely, drunken night, she found herself pouring her hopeless love to him over the phone. She doesn't remember him saying much apart from a simple, 'I'm coming over.' He ended the call and appeared in her apartment in what felt like another quick shot of alcohol. Shawn sat her down, gazing into her bloodshot eyes and gave her a sympathetic smile. He didn't even have to open his mouth for her to bawl her eyes out, probably emitting the ugliest sounds she thinks he's ever heard. But she continued anyway, pathetically crying into his arms as he gently thumbed away her tears. Shawn never questioned if she meant it because he always knew that 'drunk words turn sober.' A year later, he met her. He met the person he claims as 'the one.'