Promise Me You'll Never Leave My Side (Scömìche) (Discontinued)

You Only Hear The Music When Your Heart Begins To Break

Okay, I know it's been a while and honestly I wasn't planning on leaving it so long but I've recently been promoted to assistant manager at work so it's literally hard to find free time anymore. But with whatever time I have I do try and get these chapters finished. Trust, I've got a lot of ideas for this book so I'm not going anywhere ;)

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How is he suppose to do this?

He has three days until the funeral and he has about 17 drafts of his eulogy already in the trash can.

Scott sighed heavily, burying his face in his hands while sitting at his desk. He can't seem to find the right words to put onto paper, he didn't want to talk about how great Mitch was and what he did in life. No. He wants to tell everyone why he was so stupid to let anything happen to Mitch in the first place. How it was his fault he didn't pay close attention to the road and has now got this guilt weighing down on him forever.

But of course he couldn't say that, even though it's what he believed deep down. He couldn't help thinking like everything is his fault.

"How about...I knew Mitch since we were ten years old, blah blah blah, had a crush on him from the age of 18, created Pentatonix, blah blah, started dating in 2014, won Grammys, planning proposal but instead ended up killing him before the world tour started and ruining our chances of ever being happy together. Too much?" He asked himself as he finished writing the sentence. Scott let out a sarcastic laugh and scrunched up the paper, tossing it in the bin beside him once again.

He banged his head on the table and let out a frustrated groan, he needs to pull himself together but he didn't want to write this because if he did then he'd really feel like this is real.

Peeking his eyes out from under his arms he saw the photo of him and Mitch hugging, sitting on the edge of his desk. Mitch was gone and he can't keep putting that off. There's this empty void sitting in his chest, screaming at him to let go. Though he didn't know how.

Scott lifted his head up from the desk and grabbed another piece of paper. Just then a small droplet of water fell onto the paper and he hesitantly brought a hand up to his cheek feeling the wet patch from where a single tear drop fell. He didn't even notice he started crying.

"Fuck..."

Why can't he just fall asleep and wake up finding out it's all a dream and Mitch is lying next to him in bed. He wishes it could be that easy.

Slowly he started humming to himself a simple melody, letting the words slip from his lips ever so calmly.

"If I could be with you tonight,
I would sing you to sleep,
Never let them take the light behind your eyes,
I-I'll fail and lose this fight,
Never fade in the dark,
Just remember that you'll a-always burn as bright...I'm so sorry Mitch."

"I wish I could speak to you right now, or see you one more time at least. Just to apologise. Apologise for...failing you as a boyfriend..." his head fell taking in a deep breath. "..and best friend."

"Of course you would say, 'but you didn't fail me Scottie, none of this was your fault.' I would actually believe that if I heard those words come out your mouth on repeat until it finally settled in my brain. No matter how many people will tell me, I will never believe it unless it's you saying it. Guess that means then...I'll never believe it wasn't my fault..."

Scott fiddled with his pen, making it twirl around in his fingers and he smiled lightly. "Just know that I did love you......do..." He whispered out, chocking back a sob. "I will always love you, at least you know that, I hope you know that." There was a pause. "I don't think I can say goodb-"

The sudden ring of his phone startled him bringing him out of his mindset. He shuffled around the desk knocking items over until he had it in his hands.

Avi

Scott hesitantly answered the phone and let out a quiet, "Hello?"

"Hey Scott, how're you doing?" Scott could hear the softness in his voice, even though his voice is deep he could still hear the calm and caring Avi beneath it.

"Getting there, I guess."

"Good, that's good to hear. Um, this might be short notice but we've all discussed this and I wanted to talk to you about it first before we go through with it."

Scott's eyes narrowed in confusion, being more alert now.

"Okay...talk."

"Well everyone in the studio seem to think we should announce...Mitch's death," Scott tensed at those words. "tomorrow live on YouTube to all the fans."

"I..I don't think I can..."

"I know, believe me I know. But the guys thought it would be better if we announced it first rather than have the news plaster it all over the media. The fans deserve to know from us first, we think."

Scott took a moment to think about what he said. Obviously it made sense, of course it did, it seemed like the right thing to do.

"Okay... I get it. We should do it."

"You sure? We don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I'm going to be uncomfortable with any way it happens so might as well do it before the news twist it around on us."

There was a short pause on the other line. Sounded like he was whispering to others. "Okay it's tomorrow around 12 at the studio. They're setting up a room for us to do the livestream."

"I'll be there, thanks Avi." He hung up without giving Avi the chance to say anything back.

That's just another thing on his plate now. How's he going to pull himself together for a livestream with thousands of viewers expecting good news?

"Shit..."