Chapter Thirty-Two: Make You Feel My Love

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A/N: This is it! Final chapter!

Scott's POV

I've put Mitch through a lot of shit the past month, so now that he's home from the hospital, I've decided to do something for him. I'm gonna tell him exactly how I feel through a song that I absolutely love. Mitch isn't sure about this... us, and I don't blame him, but I want him to be mine forever. He still wears his ring, which makes me happy every time I see it on his finger, but it just isn't the same. So, I hope this will make it a little bit better.

"Mitchie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you come here?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second."

As we walks out, he looks at me strangely at the piano. 

"I wanna play you a song. I don't think you've ever actually listened to the lyrics, but please. Listen to them this time. You wrote me two letters, but I couldn't put the words down. But here they are. Now."

I begin to play, and I already see Mitch smiling a little bit.

"When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case, I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love. When the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears, I could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love. I know you haven't made your mind up yet, but I would never do you wrong. I've known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong. I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue. I'd go crawling down the avenue. No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love."

Tears start to swell in both mine and Mitch's eyes.

"The storms are raging on the rolling sea and on the highway of regret. The winds of change are blowing wild and free, you ain't seen nothing like me yet."

These last lines come out with tears and a wobbly voice, and I stand up from the piano to face Mitch.

"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn't do. Go to the ends of the Earth for you."

I lean down and kiss Mitch's soft lips, while feeling both his and my tears on my face.

I love this boy.

And I will until the day I die.

"To make you feel my love."

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