PTX Shots

Day 22: Bridge [Scömichè]

Dear Mitchy,

Hey you cutie. You may find this when I've already gone. This letter is horribly written, I hope you won't judge me. No. I know you won't judge me.

So... This is the most fashioning letter in your mail box on 24.12. I mean, it's wrapped in Superfruit's wrapping paper! I made sure this lays at the bottom, so you just see it when you have already check all the advertisements and bills. Don't worry if you find your bills are all paid. I paid them. They got the money from my card. My dear Mitchy, you don't even bother to change your private passwords.

My Mitchy. Do you remember the day I met you on the bridge? You stood on the bridge's banister in your white large shirt and white skinny jeans. Wind blew, and you looked like an angel. An broken angel, when I see your eyes. I was the man went to the the bridge after a walk, and I saw you. You were about to jump, I ran to you and pulled you by your shirt so we both fell back to the sidewalk. You laid on me, tears covered your beautiful eyes and you shivered. That was midnight. Just me and you and the nature knew that night. And the bridge knew, too. I, totally a stranger with you at that time, scolded you harshly. I told you were you insane, were you kidding me, why would you jump, right? And you cried. You bursted into tears, hold your head with your hands, your little body trembled. I, Mitchy, I felt guilty, and I still fell guilty 'till now. I hurriedly hugged you, said sorry, and we sat on the bridge until 2:10. And I took you home since your family was stay afar. I felt not safe when I left a depress boy alone, so I took you with me. That was, and is, the greatest decision I've ever made.

We have finally done with your depression. I'm happy whenever you smile. You light up my life, Mitch. And love, do you notice that the bridge is always there, through our love story? We go there much more than we except! The first meet, a lot of night-walks, the day we be Superfruit, the day we released our first song, our first kiss, our first Grammy, a lot of our dates. And the day I left.

The day I left, Mitchy, I last saw you on the bridge. You didn't cry. You sobbed. Midnight, again. I hugged you. I kissed you. But how can these be enough for my long travel?

You didn't arrive at the airport next day, and I left. Went to Germany. We continued our solo careers, and we both got some successes. I saw you at Grammy, but you quickly turned away and left with a blonde girl. Was she your girlfriend, I wondered.

I called mom. When I wrote mom, I mean your mom. I asked about you. She said you still stayed at our house, well, my previous house. You still usually went to the bridge. God knew, Mitchy, God knew how much I wanted to run to the bridge, to our house to meet you, to have you in my arms. But I didn't do that. And I asked about that girl. Your mom smiled, no. She was your childhood friend, who later also be my best friend too, a.k.a Kirstie. I can't wait 'til she admit her feeling with my friend, I'm sorry, our friend Avi. Maybe Avi is the best thing Germany gave me to bring back to America. Who know our little mezzo-soprano girl can be that desperate in love with a bass man I found in Germany who was originally my composer?

I spent three days in America for nothing. I called Avi multiple times until he mad and groaned, "Why don't you just come there and get your boy?". I knew I should, but it wasn't that simple. There I was, thought that you had already had a girlfriend, felt too guilty to meet you. So the bar was where I went. And hey, I met Kevin there! He is a good listener, but back then I didn't know he's also an incredible singer. My leaving ripped us apart, but brought me three awesome friends instead.

I'd finally done with Germany, Mitchy. I came back to you, stood in front of our house for the entire night and got soaked completely to have your acceptance. Two months later, we be Superfruit again. We totally broke the Internet! Even Beyonce, your favorite a.k.a my goddess, tweeted to congrats us! We re-dated, and re-hug, re-kiss, re-nightwalk, too. We went to the bridge, and finally you said you love me again. You can't imagine how grateful I was, I am. You can't, Mitchy. I swore to love you until I die.

Now you wake up for an empty house and a mysterious letter from me. Don't worry, I'm on the bridge, waiting for you. I didn't except the bridge to be this deserted. But it is. Well, fine, just make my plan easier. And with you, Mitch, I don't need anybody else. C'mon babe, put on your prettiest clothes and come to me. Don't leave me waiting. Those metal rings may get colder in this Christmas weather. Come and warm them up with me, Mitchy. I can't wait to put this ring to your finger and ask you to marry me.

Yours,

Scotty.

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"Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi, will you marry me?"

"Yes, I do. Scott Richard Hoying, I do."

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A/N: Heyyy! Did I get you confusing at the beginning? Well, wellll, this supposed to be a sad story but it's close to Christmas so I decided not to :) Instead of that, I wrote a love letter! Enough 'last letter' for this month, try love letter ;)

Santa Claus is coming to town, I love you, and goodbyeeeee~