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A Year Without You (Part 2)

"Scott? Babe, what's wrong?" Alex asked from across the room. I tilted my head up and glared at him.

"He's dead." I couldn't bring myself to say more. Mitchell Grassi, my best friend of twelve years and boyfriend of two, died last night.

"Who's dead? Scott, what are you saying?"

"Mitch. Is. Dead." Alex sat next to me and put his hand on my leg. I moved away. His death was MY fault. I practically killed him. I killed my best friend.

"Scott... I know. He killed himself. He jumped off a bridge." He didn't seem the least bit upset. He sounded... happy. Happy? Why is he happy?

"You're happy. Why?" He smiled lightly.

"Because now it's just us. You don't have to worry about him. When we were first together, it was always Mitch this and Mitch that. Now it's us."

I looked at him. How could he say that? Mitch was my best friend. I cared about him. "Get out."

"Wha-"

"Get. Out. Now! My best friend just died, and you don't care? You care about the fact that now I won't think about him?! I f*cking will! He'll always be on my mind! I loved him. I still love him." He siffled laughter and look at me with fear in his eyes.

"Scott... you can't love a dead person. He's dead. Gone. He'll never be back. I mean, you'll see him at the funeral, but other than that, you won't."

"So if your f*cking grandma died, you wouldn't love her anymore? If your mom or dad died you wouldnt love them anymore?" He shook his head.

"W-Well... no... but."

"Mitch is the same way."

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Hey! So, this isn't for the contest, just the first one was. I just wanted to make a part two. Sorry its so short. I just... wanted to fill things in. Scott's POV after Mitch died. Love y'all. Stay fcute.