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Scott still went to listen to Mitch. He would go to Mitch's "spot" every day after work and listen. He couldn't see Mitch (he didn't want Mitch to see him) but he could still hear his beautiful voice.

Mitch didn't know. There was a part of Mitch that regretted pushing Scott away, he wanted Scott to come back for him.

But that stuff only happened in fairy tales.

So Mitch went on. Singing, sleeping on the hard floor, cuddling Wyatt.

Winter was always a hard time of year. Not only was it cold on the streets, but people weren't as generous giving money. They were spending money on the extra heating in their homes, the christmas presents for their loved children, the new clothes for their.....pets. Unfortunately the extra luxuries for the families meant extra struggle for Mitch.

And Scott noticed.

Mitch's singing got weaker. Still beautiful, but weaker. He had less energy and one day Scott arrived and Mitch wasn't singing at all.

He took a risk. He looked around from where he was standing and saw Mitch. And it broke his heart.

He had to help.

Scott headed to the shops and bought a meat pasty, chocolate muffin and some water for Mitch. He had to get Mitch to eat.

Mitch looked up sleepily when he heard someone approaching him. His eyes had dark circles under them from the lack of sleep and he couldn't seem to stop shivering.

"Mitch?" Scott said cautiously. "Hey, I um got you some food."

"Scott" Mitch sat up slowly. "Thanks." Mitch didn't really want to accept the food but his stomach had other ideas.
It took all his strength not to wolf down the food there and then.

"You can eat it, that's what it's for." Scott laughed when he saw Mitch eyeing the food.

"I-I thought I told you to forget about me." Mitch sighed.

"Ye......I couldn't." Scott said simply.

"Well.....thanks I guess." Mitch smiled shyly.

I sharp gust of wind caused Mitch to shiver. His hand were beginning to turn blue from the cold and his head was pounding. And Scott noticed.

"Hey mitch. I have a spare room in my house. ....you can come and stay you know?"

Mitch shook his head. "No. I can't.  You've already done enough."

"Please, Mitch. It's not like I have loads of company."

"It's not gonna happen." Mitch said firmly.

Scott sighed. "Well.....at least have this." He took of his hoddie and handed it to mitch.

Mitch took it gratefully, knowing that Scott wasn't going to give up.
"Thanks" He smiled.

"Goodnight Mitch." Said scott reluctantly leaving Mitch behind.

"Goodnight Scott."

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That night Mitch couldn't sleep....and he was cold. At about 2 o'clock he gave in and decided to go for a walk; it was the only way to warm up.

He wrapped Scott hoodie around him.
It smelt like him. It smelt of some weird cologne but it smelt nice.

Mitch felt peaceful.

Until he got smacked against a wall. Until his head hit the bricks and he fell to the ground. Until the stench if alcohol surrounded him and a man was towering over him. And until his eyes closed and he blacked out.

Authors note:

Let me know what you think (also I hope PTX win a grammy 🙏)

Thanks for reading
Erin xx