Oh my GOSH guys! That cliffhanger, right!? I CANNOT EVEN RIGHT NOW. That's why I'm writing a fanfic. This is my first time writing for the fandom but I've been a huge fan of the show like, forever.
Shawn spluttered a little, attempting to remove the wine dripping off his upper lip into his mouth. It left a bitter taste.
A few heads were turned toward him upon Juliet's dramatic exit, but Gus was the only one who bothered to do anything. He was by his friend's side in seconds, having almost fallen down the stairs to get there.
Shawn could only shake his head when Gus demanded to know what happened. He felt so numb, and it wasn't just the unhealthy amount of alcohol he had consumed in the past twenty four hours.
His immaturity had finally caught up to him. The lies, the facade, the games, they all bit him in the butt in that one moment. And just like that, he regretted it all. Every lie, every "vision", every level of that game he played. Just like that, his life fell apart.
How many times had he been warned? How many times had he ignored those warnings? Being himself, Shawn just had to play along; had to be the center of attention. And for what? He built up his sandcastle, he had his princess and his riches, and the tide just came in. All washed away. It might as well have never happened.
If he was a normal person, Gus, for example, the first problem with losing his Psychic status would be the loss of his income. But for Shawn, the only thing on his mind was Jules, he couldn't lose her. He's put way too much time, effort, and emotion into that woman. In short, he loved her. Always had.
"Shawn!" Gus cried indignantly. "What just happened?"
"Aw man..." he slicked some of the wine and saltwater off his face. "God. I screwed it all up."
And thus ends my sad little fanfic :(
