Hours later Mitch shut off the tv and grabbed a pair of black heeled shoes.
"Are you going somewhere?" Scott asked, watching him from his spot on the couch.
Neither of them had moved or spoken in a while and the rasp in Scott's voice gave Mitch shivers.
"I need to clear my head," he mumbled, adjusting his right boot before standing up again.
Scott nodded in understanding, smiling at his writer.
"I'll stay right here, if you don't mind," he replied, stretching out on the tiny couch, his legs hanging off the edge.
Mitch had to laugh seeing the image he'd written so many times.
"Yeah sure," Mitch replied, locking the door as he left.
He would go back home and be alone again.
There was no way Scott would still be there, unless the entire day had been a dream.
Mitch was excited to find out.
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Write Me A Happy Ending (on hold)
FanfictionMitch is a very well-known author. When a character that he created knocks on his apartment door one day, Mitch has to decide if it's worth opening up to someone again for the first time in years, while also trying to leave the past where it belongs...
