The brunette man lies on his bed, thoughts racing as he reflects over the last ten years of his life. Several years ago, he knew what happiness meant. It meant singing with his best friends and the love of his life. He threw it away and he was now nothing more than an empty shell, a shadow of his former self. He shares a bed with a man he doesn’t love, he locks himself away each day to cry himself away to a place where he can believe that one day, he’ll be happy again. He’s thankful for having the funds to be able to spend his days wasting away in his dull bedroom – he’s thankful that he doesn’t have to do anything because even if he wanted to move, he wouldn’t have the energy.
The brunette man lies on his bed and remembers how much fun he used to have. He remembers how it felt to perform for thousands of people; he remembers how much they respected him and appreciated him. He remembers feeling so lucky, and he remembers how he promised to make the most of it. He broke that promise when he walked away. He thought he was doing the right thing – he thought it was time to move on. Only now does he realize that he could not have been more wrong.
The brunette man lies on his bed and recalls how it felt to be betrayed. He’d trusted the love of his life, and Scott had thrown it straight back in his face. He remembers feeling so angry and so hurt that he felt he couldn’t carry on. He didn’t know what to do, so he took the situation as a sign to leave. He gave up on his dreams and turned his back on his friends, deleting their numbers from his phone and blocking them. Now, he wishes he could’ve just sat down with Scott and talked. He’s forgiven the blonde now, but he can’t forgive himself. He doesn’t think that he ever will.
The brunette man lies on his bed and thinks about how much it hurts to see his old friends looking so happy. He spends some of his days browsing throw photos of them, and it breaks his heart to see Scott with some other man that is now his husband. He’s jealous, because that should’ve been him. He tries to tell himself that Scott was the one who fucked up, but, if that was the case, then why is it him that is stuck in the past? Why is Mitch the one that is miserable?
The brunette man lies on his bed and dreams of the past, longing for a second chance. If he could go back to that day, he would have stayed with Scott, and he would have remained happy.
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Pentatonix One Shots
FanfictionThis will be a selection of one shots featuring members of PTX, including Scomiche one shots. There will be topics covered in these one shots that some readers may find triggering, so read at your own risk. I doubt I'll update these very often, and...
