Scömìche One-Shots

I Miss You

[Scott]

Mitchell Coby Grassi. Even his name is perfect. 

Every aspect of him. Everything. From his laugh, to his smile, to his hair. Just every single square inch from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. I loved it all. I desired nothing more than to be able to just kiss him, and tell him I love him, and to remind him as often as I could that he was perfect. I would do anything to again be able to see that brilliant white smile flash- because of me. 

I wanted to again be able to hear him talk for hours on end about how much he loved SOPHIE or how obsessed he was with a new clothing brand or a new artist that he'd recently discovered. He'd become so immersed in a single subject that I'd pay attention to nothing but the hum of his voice and his facial expressions and his hand movements. I'd nod and smile and laugh when I thought the time was right, but he never took any notice. Then, when I knew the end of his story was nearing, I'd tune back in and give my opinion. Shortly after, he'd cuddle into my arms and I would hold him like I've never held anyone else. 

I wanted to be able to send him good morning and good night messages with about 100 different emojis that would never be enough to express my love for him. I wanted to send him messages even when he was sitting right next to me, just so his dimples would flash and his eyes would brighten and he'd lean over and kiss me on the cheek. His facial hair would slightly brush against my skin and then I would lean down to give him a real kiss. 

I wanted to listen to his laugh that he hated so much. I wanted to hear that laugh all day every day 24/7. Whether it was a slight giggle or a full on laugh attack, I would be completely entranced in the beautiful sound that made my heart race send a flutter through my stomach. He had the type of laugh that could keep anyone laughing, even if whatever joke had been made had grown old ages ago. He was the type of person to still find it funny after everyone had stopped laughing, and it made me laugh. 

And over all, I wanted to hear him sing when it was just him and I. Sometimes, when we'd be sitting shoulder to shoulder on the couch, he'd randomly start humming or singing softly. I would join in and it would be as if at that moment, it was only him and I. His voice could make even the best of singers sound awful and hoarse when compared to Mitch. The whole world revolves around the beautiful sounds that emitted from Mitch's mouth- and not just when he was singing or talking or laughing. 

But in the end, life isn't a fairy tale and there can never be a perfect ending.

Today, if somebody were to ask me if I had any advice for them, my response would be that of:

"Don't let one little mistake completely fuck your life up."

Oh, if only I could go back to that day and redo every single thing. 

I would make sure I had kept him in my grasp. 

I miss him. 

[No part two. Still on hiatus, just felt like writing.]