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Chapter Two

Hi. I've been shit with updating pretty much everything and honestly I'm annoying me, too. I decided to update this because wattpad won't let me update my one shot book. Sorry for any mistakes. Anyway, I finally arrived at our campsite so toodles for now. :)

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Kirstie stood beside me, looking down at the stone that pronounced Mitch's death.

"I don't believe it," I state, refusing to tear my eyes from the dishonest words chiseled into the rock.

"Scott-" Kirstie tried, putting her hand on my shoulder. I swat her hand away from me and turn to face her.

"No. I don't believe it. It doesn't make sense," I growl the last part through gritted teeth.

"It's okay to be in denial. I-It's natural," she croaks, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He's gone, and we have to accept it." She's putting emphasis on every word, her tone stern, yet she sounds in pain. "He's not here, Scott. He is dead. Okay?" Her breathing isn't following any pattern, she seems to be silently hyperventilating.

"Kirst, he is still out there. I know it. I fucking know it. It's the only reasonable conclusion I can come up with. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, but my Mitch is alive and breathing," she's mildly stunned by my words, her only movement the rising of her chest with each breath and the batting of her eyelids.

"You could be right, but what if you aren't?" She whispers after a short moment of silence.

"What if I am?" I reply, my voice unintentionally spiteful.

She sighs and looks back to the grave, gently placing her rose down by the side of the stone.

"You saw the scene for yourself after his body disappeared, didn't you?" I speak up after realizing I'm not going to get a reply.

"Yeah."

"Was there anything off? Anything weird? What did you see?"

She sighs. "Apart from the body being gone, there was one thing. They claimed he had left a suicide note, but it was nowhere to be seen. They investigated the scene and couldn't find any fingerprints. Not even Mitch's. The tie was clean and there was no DNA evidence anywhere in the room," she looks to her shoes as she speaks, looking to be overwhelmed.

Hesitating to step closer, I hug her, knowing that she needs the affection more than anything right now. She's tense, but her shoulders slightly loosen up as she tightly wraps her arms around me.

"I'm going to go home," she sighs after pulling away from the hug. I nod to her, smiling a (rare) genuine smile, her giving me a small wave as she walks off to her car.

I bring my eyes back to the gravestone, averting them only when I hear Kirstie's car drive off.

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I remember when we first met. We were so, so different, but drawn to each other. He would sometimes say that one day, I would have to face life without him or he'd have to live on without me. I wish it weren't true. If he were to go, I'd want to be there with him. I would want to hold him through his final moments. Sadly, you can't exactly do that when you're listening to music in your bedroom as he supposedly went out for groceries. I just wish I'd insisted to go with him.

He called me before he had done it. He said he's sorry and that it's for the better. I don't get that. I thought he was happy, but the most damaged people smile the brightest, I guess.