Moving on ~ Sequel of Travis (a scömìche fanfic)

Chapter 8

Mitch sat down in his seat after putting his carry on in the over head bin.

He looked outside the window, staring at the airport there were about to fly away from.

Scott came up, put away his carry on, and sat next to Mitch.

Mitch sharply looked to his lap and buckled himself up with shaky hands.

Scott noticed and put his hand on top of Mitch's, who were still trying to buckle himself up.

"Hey.. it's ok. You're safe."

Mitch looked to Scott with a slightly worried expression.

"What if I... do it... on the plane?" He whispered, afraid of the surrounding people listening in.

Scott sighed and rubbed his thumb on Mitch's knuckles.

"Well you wouldn't, would you? You promised to tell me or Kirstie if you ever had one."

Guilt washed over Mitch.

"Uh, y-yeah. I did."

"I'm with you the whole ride, don't worry."

Scott pecked Mitch's lips and leaned to the seat in front of him to talk to Avi.

Mitch looked at his lap, staring at the buckle he was trying to put together.

Usually, Mitch enjoys plane rides.

But with his urges and hallucinations, it's made him more alert.

I mean, imagine being away from your home or home country for a couple months.

Without your family.

With major problems that you're still learning to control.

A little ding sounded, meaning that everyone should have their seat belts on.

Everybody else sat behind and in front of them.

Mitch calmly buckled up, feeling safe from Scott's words.

After this flight, they will be what seemed like a million miles away from home.

It scared Mitch.

More than it ever has.

Yes, they've done this many times before.

But this year was different.

Mitch was dealing with so much more.

His self harm.

Travis' death.

His new relationship with Scott.

Another year of life to suffer through in general.

So much to worry about.

Yet no matter how much he rested or relaxed, that weight on his shoulders never seemed to go away.

No matter how much Scott pried off of them.

Mitch felt like that weight that Scott tried to take away, was weighing him down as well.

Weighing him down into Mitch's problems.

He'd rather die than have Scott suffer like he is.

As he looked out the window once more, he felt a warm spot grow on his cheek.