Scomiche One-Shots (boyxboy)

True Love pt2

Word count: 743 words

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They strolled together for a few moments, the beautiful clear teal sky decorated with only a few hints of loamy clouds. The sun struck Mitch's mane in a swarthy halo about his face.

Scott looked at him admiringly. "You're beautiful," he told him. Mitch blushed.

"W-Why do you say that...?" he stuttered, still recovering from Scott's compliment.

"Because it's the truth." Scott placed his hand around Mitch, drawing him nearer. "Not only that," he continued. "You're talented as well. We couldn't have saved the world without you."

"I caused a lot of trouble for you," he mumbled. "You were really the one who did all those amazing things. And you're so strong..." His eyes wandered over Scott's face, his seraphic depths, his caramel locks. "... And handsome. Sometimes I can't believe you were that little boy..."

"I'm not that little boy anymore," he replied with a frown that might have been hurt or joking. "We've both come a long way since then. I've gained the strength to protect you, like I said I would."

"As long as you're by my side," he whispered, letting Scott draw him into an embrace, "nothing bad will happen to me."

"I swear it," Scott affirmed.

"Nothing..." he whispered, his hand seeking out Scott's firm ones.

After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. Something rose to the front of Mitch's mind -- something he had been trying to beat back all this time. It was so special to him to be with Scott, and he didn't want to pass that time making them both feel horrible. But it just wouldn't leave him alone.

With concern, Scott turned his immaculate windows to his soul toward Mitch. "Mitch? What's wrong?"

"Scott... it's..."

And at that moment everything came together, all of the magic and the hurt that had been building that day, and he locked his crystals with his and whispered, "You can tell me."

It was like a floodgate burst, or some barrier of fear had been struck down. Mitch shook his head and everything came out at once. "It's... it's my parents. My mother, my father... sometimes I can't believe they're gone. It's not just that they're dead, but when it happened, it... changed so much. Sometimes I wonder about what it'd be like if it all went back.... I don't even know how I would feel about that. It just... it hurts, Scott, thinking about it. It just hurts."

Scott listened silently and solemnly. At last, when all the words had left Mitch and he was at a loss for words, Scott reached out to him and took a deep breath to whisper back, "Mitch... that's awful. It wish that weren't how it is. I wish I could say more. Mitch...." Mitch's eyes began to burn, and he abruptly pulled Scott into a fierce embrace. Scott's windows to his soul widened at first, but then he too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of Mitch's touch.

"You," Mitch whispered, his breath hot on Scott's ear. "As long as you're here, I'll be all right." They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun.

They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments.

"Look... it's the sunset."

Mitch lifted his head at Scott's words to behold the dying sun's fiery radiance. "How beautiful."

After a moment of silence, Scott said quietly and seriously, "It's destiny, isn't it. Us, together."

Mitch clasped Scott's firm hand and murmured in response, "A love this true must be fated to be."

Scott brought their clasped hands to his lips. "As long as the world goes on, as long as time flows... we will be together."

Mitch sighed with contentment and brought Scott closer. He gazed at the beautiful aureate rays of the falling sun, thinking about everything that had transpired on this day and all that would pass between them.

"I love you, Scott."

"I love you too, Mitch."

Their lips met, and brunet strands met aurulent ones, aflame in the dying light. The sand was their witness and the rumbling ocean their approving audience, and Scott, his eternally faithful lover. Mitch thought to himself that nothing could be more perfect in the world.