When you think of butterflies you either think about the ones you see on the summer. Or the ones you get when you're nervous.
---------Mitch pov-------
I stood on the deck watching the swallow tail butterflies hover around the flower bush. Then i saw a beautiful blue one come right up to me and set on the banister.
I was about to to touch it when a pair of strong arms wrap around me. I laid my head on Scotts arm feeling his warmth.
"They are gorgeous, the blue one especially."
"The blue one came up to me, you scared him away."
"Sorry babe."
"I wanna catch it, then put it in one of those special frames."
"Okay, come on."
Scott pulled me down the deck stairs.
"I wanna see if the blue one will still go up to you, i will stay here."
I walked away approached the bush slowly. Once i walked into the aroma of butterflies i put my arms out.
All the butterflies surrounded Mitch and started landing on him. Scott was so amazed, he took out his phone and took a picture of Mitch in the aroma.
Mitch stood for a while, Scott stood amazed every second.
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Scott woke up in a cold sweat. It was not even a bad dream. Every night he has had the same dream sence Mitch died.
I keep having those dreams where everything is bright and in slow kinda way.
I started crying when i started thinking about Mitch. Two months before our wedding. I look down at the ring on my finger.
I never took it off. Kirstie says i should but i could never. I got up and went into his room. It still smells like him. I took nothing apart.
I lay down in his bed and took a big wiff of his scent. This only brought more tears.
"Dont cry my baby."
"M-mitch?"
"Im right here baby, dont be so sad."
"I-i wanna s-see y-you."
"Its ok im right here go to sleep, you will see me in the morning."
Then i heard the thing i thought i would never hear. He was singing, i dont know if it was a dream but i fell asleep. Im my Mitchy's bed.
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The next morning i woke up to the smell of....bacon? Mitchy always made bacon on Sundays. I stood and the smell got stronger.
"Kirstie? You here making breakfast or something?"
No answer. I walk out into the kitchen but no Kirstie. The smell is there. My stove is not on nothing.
I walk further into the living room and see the curtains are already open. But i shut the last night. Mitchy always- wait, no i probably left them open.
I step into the light and relish in it.
"Scottney you need to open the curtians more!"
"Mitch? Wa-what, i wanna see you!"
"Oh baby, you will soon enough. I love you!"
"Mitchy? What do you mean soon?"
No answer.
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After two weeks i couldn't take it. I fount a bottle of pills and took them all. I thought of Mitch singing as my heart rate slowly faded.
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Dying is peaceful. There is a light. Heaven is so bright everyone is welcoming. I was only looking for one person.
"Ah, Scott!" A soft low voice said.
"God?" I said in weird tone.
"Yes, i see you are anxious, why is that?"
"I-im looking for Mitch."
"You mean Mitch Grassi? Are you Scott?"
"Yes! Can you take me to him?"
"Yes follow me."
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We came upon a very white house.
"In there." With that he was gone.
Ok here goes nothing. I walk up the porch steps and go to turn the door handle. But instead its flung open revealing a bright smiling Mitch.
"I missed you and love you!"
"I missed you and love you too."
"Ahem."
"Kirstie?" I ask.
"H-hey i just-"
"Its ok babe."
"Shit avi what the-"
"Yo dont forget kevin!"
Soon enough we where all here. It was perfect.
A/n
Yay nay? Eh i know its sad. Dont hurt me.
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