The apartment feels empty without him. The living room clean and untouched. The bedroom swept free of his scent and his shampoo. The walls bare of our photos together.
The only real thing that is the same is that I can remember him. Oh, his blue eyes. How they sparkled and how they were so cheerful. And his hair...god his hair. Blonde, almost bleach. Beautiful and fun to play with. And he almost always had cap hair because he wore SnapBacks. And his smile could kill flies.
And I left him behind.
I left him behind, and now I'm staring out the window, at the New York City lights as they burst and shine. And I can't seen to grasp everything.
How the hell do I function without Scott? If I can't hug him and kiss him once I get home from a college class. If I can't come into our used-to-be-shared apartment back in California and cook him a meal just to see him happy afterwards when he gets tired. If I can't slip into his arms at night to get warmer under the cool conditions of the bed.
What I left behind wasn't just a treasure, he was -and still is- a part of my life, and I'll never be able to tell him that.
Because now we're on different sides of the country.
And it's all my fault.
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Bittersweet (discontinued)
Fanfic"I still love you. And I still need you." "Well I can't give this up. It's too important to me. And you are, too. But I can't keep being the pawn you always used to play. I'm done." - After his graduation from high school, Mitch decides to break thi...
