Poison and Wine

Fifteenth

I forgot lyrics on the past two chapters for some reason but they are there now so please take a few seconds to read them!!!! It helps with the build up and the connection to the lyrics of this chapter

also.....speaking of..... this is the last chapter

My heart actually hurts because I loved this story so much but it's over ): this was supposed to be a quick experiment and it exploded and turned into so much more and I couldn't be happier with how much support you all gave and how much fun this was to write

Thank you so much and I hope to have some new stuff out eventually if you want to stick around!!! which by the way

please comment/leave a message on my profile with songs that you'd potentially like to be turned into a story/a one shot/a mini series....I don't know where I'm going with it yet (or going anywhere) but please help me out!!!

Thank you all again for this amazing journey <3

"But I always will"

Mitch hated to lie.

He hated the way that the words slid off his tongue so easily, as they twisted their way into someone's heart, making them believe what he wanted them to. He hated watching the person's face fall as they found out about the truth, or when they knew right when he told them. As he watched his trustworthiness diminish into nothing, his bitter lies lingering in the air.

But what he hated much more was when the victim of his lies never even found out. He hated when he had to tell them, when their faces crumpled into confusion and he had to explain. He hated feeling the responsibility. Being numb to his feelings was always better than knowing they were there.

And when he sat in his kitchen listening to Scott a few rooms away on the phone, joking and laughing with Alex, letting him know that he wouldn't be home tonight, he knew that he'd lied.

God, he had kept lying and lying and lying and lying until he was where he was now-- buried under lies and desperately trying to escape. Except that he didn't know how to escape and he didn't want to. Because the sooner he knew, the sooner he had to tell Scott. Because he'd lied to him. He had lied.

"Okay, I'm hungry," Scott said as he entered the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?"

Mitch looked up at him, his eyes filling with tears.

Scott frowned. "What's wrong, Mitchy?"

"I have to go to the bathroom," Mitch rushed out, his tone soft in hopes of hiding the cracks.

"Okay but---" And then the brunette was gone, practically running away, and the rest of Scott's sentence fell silent to the ears of only himself.

"Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit. Damnit!" Mitch pounded on the sink before sitting down. He pulled his knees to his chest and watched as his tears blurred his vision.

He didn't want to be a liar.

But Scott always seemed liked he meant it when he said he loved him. 

Yet he also knew that Scott couldn't give up Alex.

So he kept lying.

Because he needed to make sure Scott was okay. He couldn't hurt Scott, even if Scott was hurting him. He always smiled and believed that Alex rightfully took what was his, even if he felt robbed of unspoken chances. He kept saying it was okay that he was trampled over. He kept making excuses, giving second chances, letting his heart be used a door mat. He was weak. He was allowing his rediscovered vulnerability to fuel as justification for his heart's mistakes. Because he was scared for Scott. Because he was kind and he cared and he was in love.