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let go (mike)

"y/n, you have to let go. i hate this just as much as you do, but that doesn't mean i'm moping around for months on end." mike said, stroking your hair.

you were mourning the death of your best friend in the music scene, mitch lucker. you knew him longer than you knew mike. you met mitch at the very first warped tour you were going to be performing at in '09. you and your band were in the mess hall, but then being experienced with warped, left you. you were terrified. once you sat down, mitch sat down next to you and helped you out at your first warped date and many more to come. once you met mike, you realized all of pierce the veil were friends with mitch, which made hanging out way more fun. he was like a big brother to you.

twitter was how you found out that mitch died. you shut down. at his funeral, you could barely bring yourself to speak to anyone. you were drained. that was a month ago, and you were still shut down. you canceled your upcoming tour, all meetings, events, etc, just so you could lay in bed all day. you weren't sad. you couldn't feel anything. physically or mentally. it's like you were a broken robot.

"y/n, can you hear me?" mike's voice brought you back to reality. you jerked your head up from the pillow, sweating and crying. you were wearing one of the many sweatshirts you took from mitch. they all smelled like his cologne. that was a scent you couldn't bear to forget.

you were breathing heavily, crying, and sweating. it's like you woke up from a nightmare, but you weren't sleeping.

"oh my god, baby." mike whispered and moved some of your sweaty hair out of your face.

"baby, i know this has been hard on you. it's been hard on me too, but people are worried about you. you're one of the strongest people i know, so i know for a fact that you can get through this tough time. mitch wouldn't want you to be stuck in your own mind like this. i know it seems like it's impossible to get out of this state, but mitch is watching over you, and i know he would want you to be touring and living your best life right now. i believe in you, y/n." mike said, squeezing your hand.

you actually felt...right. you weren't blank anymore. your life went from black and white to colorful again. all from hearing what mike said. 

you let out a weak smile.

"i'm ready. i'm ready to get up and go see the world. i'm ready to stop moping and get my life back together. i'm ready to make mitch proud. it still hurts like a bitch to know that he's gone, but i'd rather be hurting like a bitch than slowly killing myself." you said. your voice was slightly hoarse from the lack of talking.

"you better also be ready to get your ass in the bathroom to shower and brush your teeth. as beautiful as you are, you smell and look like shit." mike joked.

"mitch, this is for you." you whispered.

you were ready to let go.