Mike's POV
The scalding water has been beating down my back for the past hour. Tears flowed past my honey eyes.
The past week has been hell. The need to "forgive" Chester swimming around my head. Each time I see him, it kills me a little more. He tries to communicate but before that happens, I need to get over the fact it was my fault.Maybe I should give us a second chance.
Or maybe not, besides I'm alive and he's dead. He wouldn't age, and I would, he would get tired of me. If I were Chester i'd be going back to where ever I came from, before he got attached.
A soft knock on the door snapped me out of my trance, "Are, are you okay Mikey?"
Mikey, he said Mikey. The last time he called me that was the morning before his.......passing.
"Please, can we talk? Please." His voice faded out slightly.
"About what Chester." I growled.
"About what happened, about us, about everything." A voice whimpered.
".........."
Should I trust him, should I let him hypnotize me with his eyes. Should I give in.
"Later." I concluded.
Slowly, heavy footsteps retreated. He left. Just like last time, and I get that I'm pushing him away, but every movement reminds me of last time.
The last time I knew for sure, that I truly loved him.
It's short but I think it's okay. I'll update later this week.
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