Details in the Fabric (Scomiche)

Pt 2. Hearts Will Hold

A/N this has a bit of naughty bits at the end, if you wish to not deal with that I will put a more PG rated version up as well :) Enjoy

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Everything will be fine

Everything in no time at all

Everything

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So here he was, at a loss. For once he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do with his life. He felt vulnerable, and unsure and lost.

He’d, inevitably, pulled away from Alex and it had been no surprise when Alex had decided it was time to move on. Scott's thoughts were always somewhere else and he was always gone so it shouldn’t have been that big of a blow, but it was… because now he really was alone.

Not really, but it felt that way most of the time.

Mitch was gone and he blamed no one but himself. He had done everything wrong and he couldn’t figure out why.

Had he changed? Yes, he’d changed a lot. He’d become dependent on someone and he loathed the fact that he’d given in to the thought that he was nothing without the other man.

Isn’t that true? Look at yourself. You’ve holed up in an apartment, pushed everyone away and decided to just exist. What is wrong with you? You don’t need this. You don't need HIM. YOU are Scott Hoying and will do just fine without him. Everything happens for a reason and this will only make you stronger.

Maybe today was the day he’d get over him. Maybe today would be the day he’d smile and actually mean it. Maybe today he’d forget his brunette heartache and start over.

Maybe…

He had almost convinced himself.

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Hold your own

Know your name

Go your own way

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He showered, dressed, ate breakfast and thought about what he could do today. He could call Kirstie and, if she answered, they could do something. Maybe something outdoors.

Yes. That sounded good. He looked for his cellphone. He hadn’t even turned it on in a couple of weeks. That had to be a new record.

He finally located it on the charger and turned it on. He sat on his bed, mentally preparing what he would say to his friend, when the number 37 glared back at him. 37 missed calls and 24 voice messages. 29 Text messages. He sighed not wanting to go through all of them. He made his way to the voicemails and skimmed through the names, listening on speaker to ones from his family and work related ones first. Most were just trying to coax him out of hiding, trying to make sure he was ok. Then he spotted his name. He wanted to just delete it without listening, but found himself pressing play instead.

“Hey… Scott, its Mitch. I just…” there was a pause as he hesitated and cleared his throat..

Scott tensed, completely not ready to hear whatever he was going to say. He went to push pause, but when Mitch's voice continued he couldn’t bring himself to actually make it end.

“I want to say I’m sorry about the way things ended. I never said goodbye. I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry. You didn’t deserve that, I just- there were a lot of things I hadn’t told you and we… things with us get complicated. I was scared to wake you and I didn’t know how you’d react and things would have just gotten messy all over again. I just wanted you to know that I miss you and once this has all blown over, we’ll be fine again. I just need to find myself, know that I can breathe without you. We’ll find each other again, I know we will. I know it…”