Scott's POV
When Mitch entered my hospital room, I was taken aback.
He looked broken. Almost depressed. Like he'd just had chemotherapy too. He didn't look like My Mitchie. I couldn't see those cute dimples I loved dearly.
He looked like he'd forgotten how to smile.
He looked empty.
Never the less, he put on a fake smile I could see through like glass.
"Scotty," Mitch questioned, "is that you?"
"Of course. I've always been right here."
He stared crying and sobbing. I tried to get up and comfort him, but my head was throbbing and the medicine hadn't taken its affect. Mitch ran over to my bed and clung to me. It was like I'd float away if he didn't have a tight enough grip.
My vision stared to blur. I knew I wasn't crying. There was no dampness in my eyes or on my face. I felt, as if, I was being taken away from the real world.
Taken away from Mitch.
I didn't know what death felt like. I didn't want to know.
Why couldn't I just hold Mitch in my arms and hope for the best?
None of that would ever happen because the world was against us.
And it was telling me to say "Goodbye".
I know this story is faster than The Flash, but bare with me. It's only my first time writing on Wattpad. I know it's not the best. Hopefully I'll have better writing soon. Sorry I haven't updated. I've had lots of exams. Which isn't an excuse but I'll update very soon.
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