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Hidden depths

* this story could slightly triggering* 

Mitch's POV

I was always good at only letting people see the surface of my personality without letting them in any deeper. I was always able to cover up my feelings by plastering on a smile and telling them I'm fine, and they would always believe it. That's because to them I was fine, to them my life was perfect, to them I was unstoppable and unbreakable; but oh how wrong they were. What they didn't know was that I was already broken, I was already painfully broken. 

They were always quick to go along with it, they had no reason to believe that I was more than I pretended to be. They would smile back and never question if mine was fake. That's because they thought that I had it all. What they didn't know was that I was slowly sinking. 

Scott was the first who saw something else other than my surface level. He saw behind my fake smile and was always fast to ask what was wrong. That's because he took the time to look in my eyes, he saw the sorrow that lay behind them, he knew that my life was hard, that I was dealing with to much at one time, that I had hidden depths. Though many would see me as to broken, a lost cause, Scott helped me up. He saw I was drowning, but thanks to him I'm still alive.