Scömìche One-Shots

Give Up

Scott's P.O.V
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I asked him if he liked me in middle school.

"No," he said.

And so I didn't ask him again.

I hinted that I liked him in high school.

"Go away," he laughed.

And so I left.

I told him that I was in love with someone I couldn't have.

"Go tell him," he whispered.

And so I told him.

I said it was him who I was in love with.

"Oh," he walked away.

And so I can walked away.

I told him, after a concert, that I still had feelings for him.

"Really?" he asked, shocked.

And so I was shocked.

I said he shouldn't be shocked, that he was the most perfect man in the world.

"No," he denied.

Denial is here.

"You're crazy," he told me.

And so I agreed.

I told him that I wouldn't leave him... Ever.

"Eventually, you will," he cried.

And so I comforted him.

I said everything would be okay.

"You're lying," he said.

And so I repeated.

I kissed his cheek.

"Thank you," he told me.

Don't thank me, I told him.

I asked if he loved me now.

"Find somebody else," he said.

And I tried.

I whispered to him, that there was nobody as perfect as him.

"Yes, there is," he denied.

Denial came back.

I finally decided to break up with my 'boyfriend'.

"Why?" he asked.

And I told him.

I said I loved him.

"You don't," he denied.

The denial wouldn't stop.

2 years later, I asked the same, burning question again.

Because I still loved him.

"I don't know. Why are you still trying?"

It was a start.

And so I told him.

I said that I wouldn't leave.

I would always be here for him.

I would always love him.

Always.

"Give up," he said to me.

And, Mitch, let me tell you.

I gave up.

Because denial was your enemy.