Not Meant To Be.
A Shawn Mendes Imagine.
Author’s Note: Okay lmao this is actually a repost bc I’d deleted this because it sucks and I edited it a bit given that Shawn had moved to his condo etc, and mostly because some things didn’t make sense lol. So here’s the very first imagine I’d written about this guy we call Shawn Mendes. One more time you’ll note that some terms in italics aren’t translated, some were intentional (at the beginning the y/n was meant to come from the UK, but I had to change because of the French I couldn’t translate rip), others not because there are precisely some expressions I couldn’t translate in English (I don’t know the equivalents in English). In conclusion, I know that I’ve probably misconjugated a lot but I don’t care I’ve never really understood how to use the tenses in English lol.
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August 15th. Half past eleven.
The living-room was very lit, thanks to the brilliant sun of the day outside. It warmed the room, with each sun’s ray passing through the windows.