There he laid. Mitch. My Mitchie. Laying lifeless and cold. Well, his casket anyway.
Was he gone? Yes. Was I hurt? Inexplicably so. Did he know the impact it'd have on us? His family, the world? Probably not.
They found him there, his limp body laying pale as snow and cold as ice. No pulse, as expected. No movement. No breaths.
When I heard, all I could think of was his whimsical laugh. His beautiful smile, his perfect voice, his enticing eyes.
There was a stool lying beside him. A stool seemingly kicked to the side. Next to them both, a tie. A bar above them was apparently what had held his weight as the tie was looped around his neck.
At least, that's what they told me.
After they left, they claim the body had disappeared. They say it was just gone. The stool and tie remained in their place, all but Mitch untouched.
Where his body is I can't tell you. But I do know one thing — I think my Mitch might just be alive.
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Fraudulent || Scömìche
FanfictionTrigger warning ;; Suicide and mentions of death Mitch Grassi had commit suicide, but no one found his body, which left a curious and heartbroken Scott Hoying to look around and decide for himself if the love of his life and best friend is dead.
