Mitch's eyes were salty waterfalls as he collapsed onto the couch, pressing his face into a cushion to muffle his heaving sobs. His body shook violently, the events building up to the emotional overload playing through his mind. He could only remember phrases that were crushing him, words that cut deep into his heartbroken core. He had heard all of these words before, though; they had been repeated time after time by man after man, ex boyfriends that always strayed, never stayed and would beat Mitch down with words or fists, whichever happened to be easier. Every break up was messy, and every time, Mitch would react in the same way. Carbon copies of heartbreak, pushing people away, solitude was always in style. He'd push away those he loved, including Scott (especially Scott) and withdraw himself from the world that could happily continue without him. Mitch's body continued to tremble harshly as his tears continued to pour from his now-sore brown eyes. The late night continued on, not waiting for him, or for anyone else. Other people would sleep peacefully through the lonely night. Scott was tucked safely away in his room, asleep, so innocent and unaware as Mitch continued to bawl into the pillow, his smothered sobs continuing on as the words replayed in the countertenor's brain.
"Nobody loves you."
"No one even likes you."
"You're fat."
"You're ugly."
"I never loved you."
"You can't sing."
"I only wanted the sex."
"You're a slut."
"Nobody loves you."
Mitch's already tired body quickly grew more lethargic and his sobs came to a halt as he finally fell asleep, granting him some respite from the blur of confusion in his mind.
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Time After Time
FanfictionTime after time, it's always the same for Mitch. He needs something different, something new. But does the new have to be unfamiliar? Is what he's really looking for closer than he thinks?
