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

Chapter 15 - Epilogue part II

So, here it is. I'm sorry it took me so long to bring this story to and end but at the same time I'm so glad I did, because there was a slump of a few months where I didn't update and was seriously considering dropping it; in the end I didn't and promised myself I'd finish it this summer. Thank you a million times, everyone who read, rated, and especially to those who commented and motivated me to keep updating.

I hope you like the way I wrapped it up. Please leave a thought, will you?

All the love, xxo.

p.s I have another ongoing scomiche story, it's called papercut, go check it out on my page!

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" And the coolness of your smile is

Stirring of birds between my arms; but

i should rather than anything

have

(almost when hugeness will shut

quietly)

almost,

your kiss. "

- e.e cummings

Scott is fine, he is absolutely fine. It's been a couple of weeks since he's dropped everything, had a nervous breakdown and yelled at his father, threatening him with lawsuits for years to come if he didn't drop the clause in their contract that kept him from seeing his little brothers. It took a lot of negotiations for him to give in, and Scott had to threaten with exposing all the dirty laundry the company hid, but in the end he got his way. He was sure his father wouldn't speak to him for years, and it stung; for a second he felt bad for being such a disappointment in his parent's eyes. Then he remembered the way he treated him, more like a boss than a father, and reconciled with the idea. Plus, he had his mom and the boys.

Breaking up with Jo was a whole other deal. He imagined she would be the one to cry, but in the end he was the one who teared up. From the second Scott came in and reluctantly whispered 'Jo, we have to talk.. ', she sighed and then sweetened her expression with a knowing, bitter smile.

' It's over, isn't it?'

Scott bent down in front of where she was sat in their kitchen, and tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear, hand lingering on the warm skin of her cheek, taking a moment to look at her before nodding. She was beautiful, the kind of beautiful people stop in the street to look at, an interior beauty that shines on the outside and fills the room around her. And here he was, throwing it all away. Why couldn't he love her? Why couldn't life just be easy for once?

He just hoped the damage caused wasn't irreparable. In the hopes of salvaging what was left, he began explaining things as best as he could. How he felt suffocated, how trapped, every single day until he eventually snapped. How he felt like if he didn't get away for a while he would implode.
But also, how unfair it all was to her, how sorry he was for dragging this for so long. And finally, how much he loved her, but not in the way that she wanted, the way she deserved.
When it was all over, and silence settled around the room like a blanket of smoke, she just nodded and looked through her purse. She took out a set of keys, pushing them on the table towards Scott. ' I have a flat in London, I stay there sometime when I have work. Go, use it.'

Instead of replying, Scott stretched his arms and she fit effortlessly in them , just like old times, and they sat there hugging for a long time. Just before he was ready to tear away and leave, she held on a little longer and whispered into their embrace ' I never had a chance, didn't I? Do you.. love him?'
Scott looked away and spoke softly into her hair 'I didn't realise until recently. I'm sorry. 'And that was that.
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