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Rejection & Reunion

came up with this on my own! feel free to leave me a prompt! And if you left me a prompt on my last one shot book and I haven't written it, it's probably because I didn't mark it down. sry.

"We've been together for only one year, but I feel ready for this commitment. Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?" Scott asked, staring up at his soul mate with loving eyes. They were on stage, having just finished their last show of their worldwide 2015 tour. Lights were shining in the distance. People were holding their breath. Everything was perfect. That moment was absolutely amazing, nothing could ruin it.

Scott held his breath in anticipation, looking right into Mitch's brown eyes. Everyone's eyes were on the two of them. Them and only them. Everyone in the room was waiting for Mitch's response.

Mitch brought the microphone up to his mouth, and his eyes clouded over with something Scott could not distinguish. Before Scott could say anything, Mitch beat him to it.

"No. No, Scott, I won't marry you," He breathed, dropping his hand from Scott's grasp. Scott let in a sharp intake of breath, and tears were forming in his eyes. He lurched forward and clasped onto Mitch's hand. He blinked back his tears and shakily took the ring out of the box and tried to force it onto Mitch's finger. Mitch shook his head quickly and stepped away from Scott.

"No Scott," He sobbed. "I don't want to marry you." They were both crying now and the crowd, even the rest of Pentatonix, were eerily silent.

"Mitch.. I- I thought we had something! Something special! Why won't you marry me?!" Scott exclaimed. He was on both knees now, staring helplessly at Mitch. Mitch shook his head, furiously rubbing his eyes.

"No Scott I can't," Mitch said, dropping his microphone and running off the stage.

Mitch reached his dressing room and wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry Scott," He whispered into the darkness.

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He felt as if his whole world had just been ripped apart. He wanted nothing more than to just die, to disappear from existence right on that stage.

He wished a giant black whole would just appear and suck him up. Forever.

Scott stood up and wiped his eyes. He saw Kirstie coming near him, arms open as if to pull him into an embrace. Suddenly, he jumped up. Their tour was over, their record deal was done, and they were all planning on taking a one year break from touring, at least. They didn't need him. At least not now.

He quickly hugged Kirstie, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I'll miss you," He whispered, and when she pulled back, confusion was etched on her face, as if she was trying to understand the meaning behind what Scott had said. He did the same with Avi and Kevin, who gave him a questioning look.

And then Scott ran. He ran like he never had before. He was done. He was going to run away, for as long as he could. To be around, the man he loved with all his heart, knowing that he didn't love him enough to marry him? Impossible. It would tear him apart. It would kill him.

He ran out of the building, not stopping to talk to fans. He didn't stop, and the adrenaline inside him was making him powerful. He ran to the hotel, that was thankfully not too far away.

He reached the hotel, racing inside. He praised himself for remembering to bring his hotel key with him. He rushed up the stairs, in no mood to wait in an elevator. He reached the hotel room in less than three minutes, completely out of breath. He reachd up and took off his leopard print snapback, throwing it aside. He walked further into the room, approaching his suitcase. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry himself away from staring intently at Mitch's suitcase, which was lying next to his.