A/N
This is just a short little chapter hope y'all enjoy.
Mitch's POV
He's gone.
I could feel myself slipping away. When I was dreaming I saw my life replaying. All the best times in my life. Most of the recent ones involved Scott.
It was one of the nights we were cuddled up on his bed at his house that got to me.
Scott was laying across his bed in almost a starfish position. I was laying on half of his body enjoying the warmth radiating off of him.
"Scott?"
"Hmmm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too Munchkin."
He kissed the top of my head and put his arm around my waist holding me closer.
I smiled and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. I loved being with him. He made me feel at home. He was my home. In his arms is where I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Now and forever.
As this memory faded away I saw a white light. My mom told told me if I ever saw a white light while I was sleep, that I should NOT go into it.
But today I felt hopeless and curious. Which I'll tell ya, that's not a good combination.
I slowly was lulled into the light.
*Flashback*
"Mommy I'm scared."
"Come here sweetie."
She held open her arms and I ran into them.
The movie we were watching had monsters in it and I was only 4 years old.
"Honey it's just a movie the monster can't get you." My mother reassured.
"But I still scared mommy." I cuddled into my mothers warmth.
"I know sweetie I know."
She rocked me to sleep that night and I was happy.
"Is he awake?" I heard my father faintly say.
I opened my eyes.
"He is now." My mother chucked quietly.
I crawled into my fathers arms.
"Daddy will you protect me from the scary monsters?"
My father laughed heartily and nodded.
"Yeah I'll protect you from the monsters bud."
I woke up the next morning in my bed.
*End Flashback*
The memory faded as I was suddenly dragged into the white light.
"NO!!! I'm not ready to go yet!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Everything went black. I no longer felt anything. I was at peace.
I felt nothing.
I was no longer anything.
I was gone.
A/N
Merry Christmas. Lol thanks for reading, goodnight.~ Chris
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