Bee's POV
I left my room as quitely as I could, in an attempt to not wake up Mitchell. But, to my surprise, I found him on the couch eating oatmeal.
"Good morning, Strubber!", I said enthusiastically
He laughed, but it seemed half- assed.
I chatted with him. We made small talk about the weather and food.
It wasn't the same anymore. Mitchell was always so tired, distracted and quite. I helped him in every way I could, but he was on the way to his death, and had accepted it
I cried a lot. Before Mitchell got sick, music could help get me through hard stuff. But no amount of Amity Affliction could make him healthy, or make me happy.
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Holding On | HeyImBee ff
Fanfiction12 year old Piper had a big heart and an even bigger vocabulary. She set out with goal of writing the best HeyImBee fanfic on the face of this earth. Did she succeed? Keep reading and you can find out for yourself.
