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Records are Better

in which shawn and y/n have an intimate morning listening to records.




The sun’s rays shone gold against the crumpled white bed sheets; the golden sunlight was always the first to wake you in the early morning hours. Your eyes are closed and you want nothing more than for it to be dark again, but the inside of your eyelids are painted a burnt orange colour. The digital alarm clock reads that it is just shy of seven in the morning - way too early to be up.

The unexpected warmth on the opposite side of the bed enlightened you of the fact that your boyfriend was still peacefully asleep. You softly smile at his relaxed form - a rarity due to his busy schedule. On usual mornings he would no longer be accompanying you in bed; rather he would be on his way to the gym or using his early morning inspiration to jot down lyrics.

Carding a hand through his fluffy morning hair (one of your favourite physical features of his) you watch as his eyes twitch at your touch, those beautiful long eyelashes that just barely touch his eyebrows flutter open. The sun is shining directly on his face; the light illuminating his warm skin and making his hazel eyes shine amber.

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.