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There's nothing like us.

•Chapter twelve•

Reality is a bitch.

Months passed and I continued to have this unrealistic fantasy, this perfect image imprinted into my conscience of how I desired this to go.
This relationship would evolve, and blossom into this truly magnificent miracle. How Utterly naive could one be; was I really that oblivious? The day my mother confirmed my worst nightmare; was possibly the most painful and utterly agonizing day I've experienced. I predicted the end even before it began, yet ignored every nagging relentless instinct. Ignorance is bliss; for a millisecond. When reality creeps into your stubborn thick skull you'll soon realize ignorance is blinding. preventing logical and wise decisions from appearing. The moment my mother entered through my doorframe, her entire demeanor shifted. Avoiding eye contact she rested against my mattress; compassion  and timidness transforming every individual feature.  Automatically understanding what this expression meant; tears began cascading against cheeks, plummeting towards the hardwood.

"No...please no." I gasped, sobs escaping my mouth.

"I'm so sorry honey." She sympathetically whispered, patting my shoulder as she re planted her frame against the Hardwood, exiting into the vacant corridor.

I felt as if my entire universe came to a sudden screeching halt. I undoubtedly knew this was a possibility, but refused to acknowledge it. I avoided the topic in my conscience entirely, just the mere thought of leaving him made my stomach utterly nauseous. Pacing back and forth against the hardwood as I tugged roughly against streaks of blonde hair I attempted to grasp the courage to confess this heartbreaking news.

He would be devastated.

The day I confessed this, was...to say painful and heartbreaking would be a mere understatement. It was absolutely devastating and excruciating. We were Resting against his mattress; his delicate fingers intertwined with mine. I dreaded telling him, terrified to experience further heartbreak. Glancing at his features, I gaped my mouth to begin verbalizing what was traveling through my mind; but nothing more than mere silence escaped.

I couldn't fucking do this, it was far too painful. I couldn't seem to find the proper words; my conscience was relentlessly spinning out of control. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, sob for a decade just to properly explain what I was experiencing.

"Mitch." I gently whispered, gazing at my palms. Immediately noticing the tone in my voice he lifted his gaze, searching my shadowed pupils for reassurance I was mentally stable.

"I have to tell you something..."

"Scott? Babe, what is it?" He shifted his frame, fear engulfing his entire figure.

"I-I'm leaving."

•Mitch's POV•

"I-I'm leaving." He whispered, a slight sob escaping his lips.

Was this his version of a sick joke?
I refused to believe he was leaving, my conscience couldn't bare the idea of him gone. I was exceptionally and unbelievably in love with him; it caused my vision of logical reasoning and reality to disappear.

"Scott please tell me You're fucking with me...you can't leave." I sobbed, rapidly shaking my head, pulling my knees against my chest as I began to rock back and forth; attempting to calm my racing overwhelmed conscience. I refused to believe, to remotely comprehend this was reality. Suddenly everything I've ever desired torn from my grasp.

I couldn't breathe.
My heart was utterly shattered, I could sense the cracks immediately appear in this beating organism. He held me. Held me until it felt as if his figure was a mere extension of mine. Our frames fit perfectly like the missing pieces of a puzzle.