Chase Atlantic One Shots

What's Best for You, for Us

Words: 1153

Written: January 12, 2024

Summary: For Christian to live his life to his fullest potential, Mitchel needs to place a pause between the two. 

Was this written from my breakup...? Maybe. Did I copy and paste some things that were used? Maybe. Dont judge...

Also hey hello!! It's been a minute, I've missed y'all. 

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   The dark room surrounds Mitchel, encompassing his cold shaking body. His heart pounds in his chest, haunted by his thoughts. 

   "Fuck..." Mitchel presses his face into his plush pillow, soaking its fabric with his tears. 

   His mind spins around him, circling over his head at the speed of light. His thoughts intertwine with each other, getting tangled and wrapped around one another. 

   The floor creaks as Christian enters the bedroom. The blonde flicks on the light, exposing Mitchel curled up in a ball. 

   "My love, what's wrong?" Christian rushes to Mitchel's side. 

   He wraps his arm around the crying boy. Their skin collides in an electric shock as the connection between these two boys grows stronger to the day. 

   "Mitchel?" 

   Christian maneuvers his hand down towards the brunette boy's face and pulls back the boy's braids that cover his face. He tucks the long locks behind Mitchel's ear, allowing the two boys to see each other in full. 

   "Bub, what is it?" Christian tightly holds Mitchel in his arms, "Talk to me, my love."

   Mitchel slowly turns his head toward Christian. Their eyes meet dimly and instantly Christian knows something is wrong. Christian abruptly sits up, placing his weight on his arms. The bed shakes as Christian moves away from Mitchel. The cold air punches Mitchel's pale skin as Christian pulls the covers off of the boy's shoulder. 

   "Mitchel?" 

   "I'm sorry..." Mitchel buries his head back into the pillow. 

   "Mitchel talk to me." Christian demands. 

   Muffled sobs flood the air as Mitchel's crying becomes more intense. 

   "Mitchel!" Christian pushes the boy out of the pillow, "What's wrong?!"

   Mitchel struggles to find the energy to sit up. His arms buckle under the weight of his body. The mattress compresses under Mitchel as he positions himself upward. Tears fall from his eyes. Rolling down his cheek and soaking into the comforter and blankets that cover his body. 

   "I don't know if we can do this," Mitchel whispers into the quiet room. 

   "Do what?" Christian presses.  

   Mitchel gasps for air as his airways flood with tears. His nose starts to run and drip causing him to erupt in a series of deep sniffles. Christian leans over towards the nightstand and grabs a tissue for his boyfriend. He gently guides his hand towards Mitchel's face, wiping the snot and tears off of his face. 

   "God you make this so much harder for me." Mitchel begins to cry harder.

   Christian is taken aback by what just came out of Mitchel's mouth. What is he trying to say? What is he trying to do?

   "What do you mean, my love?" Christian pulls himself away from Mitchel.

   Mitchel takes a deep breath in before quickly splurting out his thoughts, "You want to move on to bigger and better things and I'm holding you back. You can't go out and do the new things you want to do, you can't experience these necessary life things with me. I'm holding you back and it breaks my heart, I can't do it anymore. I love you and I always will and have, but we've both come to different parts in our lives. We grow and mature as different people and I don't want to go back to our old selves or be stuck where we are, I want to move past and become the people we are becoming, the people we're meant to be. I don't want you to change yourself and your ways for me, I want what's best for you, for us."

   "Mitchel no..." A single tear falls down Christian's cheek as Mitchel continues. 

   "I love you as a person more than anything and you'll always be my favorite person on earth, but I just can't have a relationship with you anymore. I'll forever love you and treasure our time spent together. You've taught me to love myself and who I am and I am so grateful to have had you in my life. Thank you for everything, but I think it's best if we take a break for now."

   "But I want to experience life with you Mitch." Christian quickly brushes the tears off of his face. 

   "I want that too, but we're holding each other back right now. And I'm not saying I want to break up with you, I just think we need to take a step back from each other right now and readress some things we are both dealing with. I think we need to do this reflecting alone."

   "I- I understand." Christian sniffles.

   "I'm sorry I have to do this to you, I love you."

   "That doesn't mean the same thing anymore..."

   Christian lifts himself off of the bed and rushes to the boy's shared closet. He pulls out a large tote bag and immediately starts filling it with clothes and other things. 

   "What are you doing?" Mitchel sobs.

   "I'm getting out of here. We're on a break remember. We need space from each other. Let me give you your space."

   Mitchel crawls to the edge of the bed, "Please, no" 

   "I'm just doing what you asked for Mitchel." Christian hustles to the bathroom and starts packing up his toiletries. 

   The blonde's hand blurs as he quickly packs up his belongings. His heart quickens as his pace quickens in anger. His breath becomes heavy and forced as he shoves his vitamins and medications into his now tightly packed bag. 

   Mitchel runs to the bathroom where Christian stands in front of the sink. Mitchel stares at the boy before him for a second. He notices his hot red cheeks and his now tear-stained t-shirt. Christian's chest heaves up and down with each forced breath.  

   "I don't want you out of my life..." Mitchel struggles to talk through the tears. 

   "Well, Mitchel, figure out what it is that you want. I'll be waiting for you, I'll always wait for you, I just can't do it here. I need space. I need time. I need space away from you, from this, from us. I need space too."

   Mitchel whimpers. 

   "Figure out what it is exactly that you want, then come talk to me. If you want us to figure out our lives, I'll do just that. Just let me know when you're ready for me my love." 

   Christian turns the doorknob to the boy's shared apartment door and walks out. The door echoes in the empty apartment behind him. Mitchel runs to the door and immediately grabs the handle, but he doesn't turn it. With his hand firmly on the metal knob, Mitchel falls to the floor in defeat. What did he just do?