It probably doesn't feel like scomiche, but I'm letting your imagination do the rest.<3 You can imagine what you want after! Just know I ship Scomiche<3
The rain was falling hard, even with an umbrella people were still wet, drenched even. If you didn't have an umbrella it would look like you just took a shower or jumped in a pool fully clothed. Mitch was that person right now, slowly walking and emotionless. If you were to describe his face that would be the word. Emotionless. That's not normally what people are when you're walking in the rain without an umbrella right? But Mitch lost his umbrella, he lost his protection.
He climbed the stairs and opened the door of his building with the little strength he still had, when he arrived at his apartment door, he took a deep breath putting on his favorite mask, a fake smile.
He opened the door.
The warmth of the apartment made him shiver, he didn't notice how wet and how cold he was, he closed the door gently. He waited for any signs, and when he was sure that nobody heard him, he took his shoes off, and walked toward his room. When he was about to go in, he heard voices. Promises of love, of future and family. He fought back tears but not the small smile. It was probably stupid to be happy about someone else happiness when his just disappeared right?
Once in his room, he made sure to be quiet, he felt the coldness of his room. He saw the window that was opened, he walked toward it to close it but didn't find the force to do it, maybe everything was meant to be, maybe today was suppose to happen, maybe when you lose the love you once had in your life then someone else find theirs. Maybe if you lose your life you save someone else by giving them theirs back.
He sat on his bed letting the cold air caress his wet cheeks, before he could stop the tears they were falling and falling again down his face. He brought his hand onto his mouth to prevent his sobs from escaping, he wanted to scream, to fight until his last breath. His whole body was shaking, his hand wasn't doing a great job at keeping him silent anymore. He never wanted this to happen. Why? Why him? that's the question that he kept asking in his head. He wanted an answer.
The door opened before he could hide or wiped his tears. He didn't turn around anyway.
"Mitch? Your fiancé is here" Scott whispered happily. Mitch wanted to cry harder and scream. But he only nodded.
"You're okay there?" Scott said, way too close for him to be at the door. Mitch stood up and went in his bathroom.
"I'm fine. I just forgot my umbrella and yeah. I'm fine don't worry." He said trying to hide the pain in his voice. "Tell Travis I'm coming in a sec"
Scott was not convinced but still, he nodded.
Mitch left his bathroom after making sure his eyes were not as red and the comfort of his room, when he entered the living room, he saw him, images of him with someone else were flashing in his mind.
You say I'm crazy, 'cause you don't think I know what you've done.
"Hey baby" He heard, he looked up and faked a smile.
but when you call me baby, I know I'm the only one.
"Hi" He whispered back, he was looking down when he felt warm fingers titling his chin up, and before he met his eyes he felt his lips. He wanted to cry again because he knew those lips were not his anymore. He knew that he probably could taste someone else if he'd concentrates enough.
But he didn't have the force to do it. He just let himself melt against him, let his hands found his shirt and grab it. He felt like he couldn't control his body, like his mind was telling to let go and leave but his heart was controlling his every moves. He held back the tears that were so close to fall again.
I wish this would be over now, but I know I still need you here
"Are you ready baby?" he heard, he met his eyes and nodded.
He let him control his emotions and body, he felt Scott's eyes on him, he knew they'll have a talk tonight after his dinner, he knew because it was like this every times he was out with Travis. He knew that Scott was worried but he didn't want him to know. He was ashamed, ashamed of himself. He was sure that someone else knew and was laughing at him right now. Telling everyone they knew how pathetic and weak he was.
They didn't talk that much in the car, just the occasional "I'm happy for tonight" or "You look beautiful tonight" he, of course, knew that these words meant nothing but he smiled, a fake one but still smiled.
When they entered the restaurant Travis was holding his hand but he still fell like everyone was watching them for another reason.
Maybe they knew as well. Maybe everyone can see it and see how pathetic he was.
I loved you for minutes, maybe I am just not enough.
Promises were exchanged, promises of futures and love. Even for one second he thought that everything he knew was just a dream because for one second he thought Travis was honest.
You made me realized my deepest fear, by lying and tearing us up.
When they got back to his apartment, they talked for a little while in front of his door, until Travis had to leave...
They kissed until Mitch couldn't take it anymore, he was lucky it was dark enough outside to hide his red eyes.
When he entered his apartment, he let it all out. Crying until he couldn't stand straight and let his body quickly slide against the door to the floor. When he opened his eyes he saw Scott standing in the living room looking at him with worried written all of his face, he wanted to tell him that he was fine, but he didn't have the strength to lie again and he cried again. He soon felt arms surrounding him and hugging him full force.
and for the first time since what feels like forever, he felt safe.
Maybe he was pathetic, maybe he was weak, but he was not ready to surrender and tell him he knew. He knew he was not the only one.
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