Poison and Wine

Thirteenth

fun fact this was supposed to be like five chapters and look where we've gone guys (I realized thirteen and literally gasped)

but honestly I could do a sequel to this book but it would literally be this drama all over again and there would be no resolution or true ending

!!!!!!guys this is important!!!!!! there's an account with the username "wyattsdads" on twitter and tumblr (and maybe ig???) and it may not make sense to you but it is bothering me so much.....I actually worked hard to come up with this username and as soon as I deleted those platforms with that username someone took it....at this point it's kind of obvious that they took it from me and I'm just sad and annoyed and I've had people tell me that they thought it was me so can you guys please help me and just ask nicely for them to change their username? Please like I promise I'll appreciate any help I can get ):

panic attack warning!

"The less I give the more I get back"

In seventh grade, Scott learned what self-realization meant. The fulfillment of one's own potential. And being the negative preteen that he was, he wondered if there was such thing as negative self-realization. Discovering things about yourself that you don't necessarily want to know. Learning that you've made terrible mistakes and hurt others.

And in the middle of the night, exactly seven hours after being informed of Mitch's decision, Scott got the answer to his question from seventh grade.

Negative self-realization did in fact exist. And he was a victim of it.

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It was the silence. That's what pierced through Scott's skin first. The silence. But the second that Mitch tried to speak through tears, Scott felt as if his insides were rebelling within him, his whole body working to make him collapse.

"Um---I---I'm sorry."

"Me too."

Mitch then moved from sitting across from Scott to sitting next to him. He took the blonde's hands in his own and kissed the soft skin, his tears accidentally falling onto Scott's arm.

"He makes you happy. He---he makes you a better version of yourself." Scott smiled, despite the tears falling onto his face. "And look at you now. You're sad. I made you sad."

"No, I ju---"

"We both know what's right. We both know."

Scott hung his head, trying to hide how much harder he was beginning to cry.

"How was your weekend?"

"Good, it was good," the blonde answered, his voice only cracking slightly.

"I loved the addition of the 'other half' on your post. The fans bought it."

"Mit---"

"I think me not going was the best decision. You needed time with him and space from me. We both needed it."

"Liste---"

"And maybe it will make it so that we ca---"

"I'm scared."

Scott waited for Mitch to respond. Silence pushed them further away from each other, shoving them hard and leaving marks on their skin, mocking them for not being able to say what they wanted.

"Why?"

"I'm scared that I'll never have the Mitch back that I had before. My Mitch. My best friend."