fetish // mitchel cave

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Phoebe's POV

The time was three am, in a very late night while I was staring at the ceiling. The radio was playing a slow song that was so familiar to me. My thoughts accompanied the music really well since I was thinking of him. His tall figure, his arrogant smile, his perfectly shaped face, his warm touch. Everything of him is simply perfect. The only blemish of his is that he is flawless.

After exhaling a long sigh, I stood up from my comfortable bed sheets, still covered in my blankets, just to lay my body next to the window. Despite the late hour, the city never seemed to sleep. The lighting might not be as bright as the morning but it's more visible for sure. Some people hang around while holding bottles of vodka. Cars were crossing the road, probably going back to their loved ones or roaming around because they don't have someone waiting for them.

I'm not sure in which category I belong to. I'd like to think that Mitchel starts to develop feelings for me because he opened up. However, the uncertainty that followed me from the begging of the relationship has yet to be left behind. I'm sure for one thing, though. I miss him a lot. Even though, I see him every day. Even though he's humane with me. Even though he touches me more often than ever. I need him every single hour of the day.

My doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts, and I with worry, confusion and curiosity looked through the pit hole. At this point I shouldn't even be surprised to see him, waiting and leaning against the door.

"Missed me already," I asked him my voice coming out strong. I was leaning against the half-opened door while a wild smirk was glued on my face.

"Miss you everyday." Mitchel said out of the blue, which left me dumbfounded. I tried to control my emotions and go with the flow.

"Wanna come in?" I asked still trying to control my accelerated heart beat. It was as if my heart was about to be ripped off my chest. He nodded softly and smiled slowly,

Once we were both sitting on my bed I could observe him. His beautiful eyes looked tired and I wondered if our conversation was the reason of that. "Nah, it's not." He out of the blue uttered and with a slow motion his head twisted from the floor to me, as well as his eyes.

"Huh?" I asked him.

"It's not because of our conversation last time Phoebe. It's mentally tiring to just exist." I was probably thinking out loud, and that is why Mitchel said that. The last sentence hit me in the feels good as if you are standing at the verge of a cliff ready to jump where all of your composed emotions come out.

"I wish I could do something to help you," I told him sympathetically and gave him a genuine soft smile.

He put his hand in my knee and looked me again into the eyes. "You already do, babe." Mitchel's serious expression unsurely turned into an insecure smile that hid a lot behind it. My heart beater fast and as if he realized it, he put on of his hands around my waist and the other was leaning on my shoulder, softly pushing me closer to him. He crashed his lips with mine and I swear it was the best kiss I've ever shared, not only with him but with anybody. Right before he pulled off I could feel some saltiness coming from a year that stroke down to his cheek and his lip.

"My brother said that therapy would help, but it really didn't. I was squandering money." Mitchel said and he seemed so vulnerable. I felt as if he had completely opened up to me and besides feeling extremely lucky to be the one he trusts I was scared. Scared that maybe I'm not trustworthy enough to hold his secrets, scared that maybe we get into something deep and there will be no way out, scared that if we don't last we won't be able to get through it.

"I mean I tried to attend it as often as possible but deep down I always knew it was completely pointless. It wasn't helpful at all. You are the helpful one in my case. If it weren't for you maybe I wouldn't be able to face her again. Subconsciously you summon my mind and I feel fucked up." Mitchel sighed heavily "it was really fucked up when I saw her again behind the jail bars. She seemed lifeless like me and then it just hit me that even if she stays more in jail Angeline or the wasted times, the blood, the sweat and the tears would never return. Meaningless, truthfully, meaningless."

I hated seeing him in so much pain. I was so used to seeing him being this gigantic asshole with the cocky smirk, the many peculiarities and even that stupid ,yet kinda hot, kink that seeing him like that just doesn't seem right. "You can count on me Mitchel." I stated, my voice indicated how relaxed I was from what he said. Was I stupid for saying that?

He placed his hand and squeezed my knee, his eyes glued at his hand. "This is what I'm scared of, Phoebe. I am already counting on you."

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