Shawn pov
With a racing heart, I rushed to my apartment. I can't believe Mara did that just so I would go to check on her. Thankfully she didn't seem to mind. After closing the door behind me, I breathed out a whoosh of breath and hung my coat on the coat hanger near the front door of the apartment.
"Damn." I wheezed as I slumped onto the couch and leaned back. Tilting my head against the headrest, I closed my eyes.
I was tired. Not physically. However, mentally. Ever since my buddies had found out about Natalie, they had been pushing me towards her. They keep implying that I should try to date her. They had even said that both of us were in similar conditions and that we could help each other heal.