Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of the characters, places, themes, etc. No copyright infringement intended.
A/N: This is first Psych fic, even though I've watched it since it first premiered:) Sorry about the uncreative title, but it's late, and I'm insanely tired. I'll probably be changing it. Without further ado, here's my little Shules drabble.
Such a Fool
"Shawn's been shot."
Gus' words had echoed in her mind, filling her with fear, with grief. If Shawn had been killed, then what was the point of her living? Without him there was no reason to wake up in the morning, no reason to smile, to laugh, to feel, to live.
But he was alive, as they had found. Alive, but missing, a hostage, and badly wounded. She had promised herself that she would do anything she could to get him back.
Now, as he said "Goodbye, Abigail," she could feel herself falling apart. Shawn had spoken those three magic words, and she had believed him. She was such a fool.
Shawn didn't care about her, not like he did Abigail.
Abigail.
She probably didn't even realize how damn lucky she was to have the man she did.
Shawn hung up, and Gus just said a few words to her before walking away.
She stared at the phone in her hand, trying to blink away her tears. A stray one slipped down her cheek, falling silently into her lap.
"I love you, too."
