Broken

Shawn thought not giving Juliet his jacket would make his lie okay. Not giving her his jacket would mean she still wouldn't know the truth. Not giving her his jacket would mean they'd still be together.

"Why do I always have to mess everything up?" Shawn wondered out loud. He was leaning against the Psych office desk, staring out at the ocean. Rain poured down from the sky, with occasional thunder, matching his mood.

Shawn took a sip of the pineapple smoothie he had bought earlier, but it only made him feel sick to his stomach. He dropped it into the trash can beside him, and let his mind wander.

What could have happened?

When would he have told her?

Why did he keep that damn receipt?

Juliet fell onto her couch. In her house. Not Shawn and her's, just her's.

Tears cascaded freely down her cheeks. Juliet never once wondered if Shawn was lying about being psychic. It was all so convincing.

He had to have something special, but Juliet didn't want to know what it was anytime soon. Frankly, she didn't care at all. She found herself getting up and wandering through her house. Juliet quickly made her way to the guest room, avoiding Shawn's clothes and shoes that seemed to be strewn in random places, reminders of him.

She finally sat down on the guest bed and stared out the window. Juliet looked up to the sky before shutting her eyes tight and snuggling under the blankets, crying herself to sleep.

He woke up with a start, laying on the couch in the Psych office.

Rain still poured heavily from the sky. Shawn was fine for a second until everything from the past few days sunk in.

Shawn never cried.

The last time he did he was 9 years old when his grandfather died.

But the only woman he's ever loved was mad at him and as far as Shawn knew, he was single. And he doesn't deserve Juliet forgiving him.

A single tear rolled down his face. Shawn clutched the pillow in front of him and clenched his teeth, but nothing stopped the wave of tears that started.

Juliet slowly opened her eyes. She lay there on the bed for a while, thinking about Shawn. It wasn't long before she started crying again, worse than the night before. Juliet was glad it was a Saturday, that meant no Shawn for two days and no work.

But was not seeing Shawn really a good thing? Juliet pondered this for a while.

Shawn couldn't take it anymore. He stood up from the couch and ran out of the Psych office into the rain. He didn't care that he was still wearing the clothes he put on yesterday. He didn't car he hasn't shaved or brushed his teeth in 48 hours.

He didn't care.

He jumped onto the motorcycle and pulled on his helmet. Shawn started it up and drove down the road.

When he reached Juliet's house, Shawn was soaking wet. His eyes were red, but he was grateful for the rain. You couldn't see Shawn had been crying. He stood in front of the door for a few minutes before forcing up his hand and knocking.

Juliet opened the door and a look of sadness appeared on her face. It was quickly replaced by anger but worst of all, disappointment.

"What." Juliet took in his red eyes, unshaven face, and dirty clothes. She felt bad for a moment.

'He should be the one feeling bad.' She told herself.

"I..."

"You what?"

"The past few days have been hell for me. I can't imagine my life without you, and it's killing me. Nothing has any point. I'm depressed, and I did a lot of thinking. I love you Juliet, and I don't want to move on."

She shocked herself with her answer

"Shawn... I love you too."