Love me 'till I'm me again - (Scott and Mitch Fanfiction)

Chapter 14 - Epilogue, Part I

Well, here it is. Part 2 is coming soon. I want to thank everyone who supported/rated/simply read this story, thanks for trusting me and having patience even after almost giving up on this story. However I felt like I couldn't abandon it and bring it to a close. Thank you especially who those who commented and put up with my angst, haha. I bet you're used to it by now.

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The sun rises over the city and the hazy air of the morning starts to clear- and Mitch hasn't slept all night. The sky outside is lilac, yet inside his apartment it's dark, and warm, and safe. Somehow, Mitch feels like he's suffocating, so he doesn't stay inside. He's laying on the floor of his balcony, feet hanging off it, cup of black coffee in his hand, when he feels a blanket being draped over him and the sound of the door opening. Mitch says nothing, because he knows how burnt out and frayed his voice would sound, instead throwing Oliver a thankful smile that doesn't really reach his eyes, red-rimmed with insomnia.

'You look tired' the other boy comments on the navy circles under his eyes, gaze concerned and questioning. Mitch could see why – last night, everything felt like things were better, like they were finally looking up from the gutter. Last night, everything was different. It pains him to find a slight tint of disappointment in his eyes, so Mitch looks away and takes a sip of his scolding hot coffee, wondering if Scott is seeing the same kind of pastel hues in the sky as he is, or if maybe he's thinking about him. Highly unlikely. This self-pity, wallowing is getting old. He's at a point where he would sell a lung to forget the past months and be at least contempt with his mediocre life, if not happy. Well, not literally - point was, he was done. The last thing he had to do, though, what was only right for both of them, is to tell Oliver about him. At least to some extent.

He's suddenly reminded his boyfriend is standing right next to him when Oliver clears his throat and begins to talk again, arguing 'Look Mitch, I don't know what's going on with y-'

'There was this boy.' Mitch begins, but his voice cracks and for a moment, he's at a lost for words. How does he even begin to explain the turmoil currently breaking everything inside him,  a ruthless tornado that rips houses and trees and lifts them into thin air like they're pieces of paper. How does he put into words the way even a month and a half later his heart still sticks to the inside of his ribcage when he hears his name.

Oliver, clueless as he is, encourages him to continue,softly pushing his forehead into Mitch's shoulder, like a cat; Mitch is suddenly reminded he loves Oliver, too, in an entirely different, completely selfish way. The exact opposite of how Oliver feels about him, he supposes.

'I guess you could call it complicated. We are – we were best friends, but then some things happened between us, feelings were involved and well- he's supposed to get married now. I would be lying if I said I don't think about it.' He explains, and tries to smile, but it comes out crooked and wry. Oliver reaches out to touch his hand, and rubs circles in his harsh knuckles, and smiles , sleepy , yawning quietly.

Mitch's left out the part where he's found out Scott isn't getting married anymore ,  the fact that he doesn't even know where he is or how he's managed to do that, to break free, if he's okay - simply because it hurts too bad to say out loud. And because Oliver's hands are warm and his voice surprisingly understanding when he mutters ' It's okay. You're here right now, and that's all that matters to me.'

He is, as he can't allow himself to be anywhere else.

 Not physically, at least, because if he's being honest, his heart had been with Scott all night.