Mitch stared blankly on the coffee table while his 'visitors' sat down at the couches. He eyed them individually, letting out a deep breath.
"Why are you guys doing here? If this is about that night, I swear–"
"Mitch, we have to talk about it–"
"Then get out of my house!" He vigorously voiced out before standing up and headed towards the balcony.
Mitch pulls another stick of cigar with a lighter from his pocket. Suddenly, someone helds his wrist, halting him. He looks up, glaring at the person.
"You have to stop that."
"You don't know anything about my struggles, Scott." He stated as he pulls away his wrists from the giant.
Putting the stick in between his lips, lighting it up. Scott smacked his hands, letting the two objects drop from his fingers.
Mitch smacked his chest but Scott immediately helds his wrists to refrain him to continue his violent act.
Mitch tries so hard to pull himself away from him. "What the fuck–"
He was cut off by Scott wrapping his arms around him. His heart skips a beat from the sudden act making him restrain himself. This causes his legs to feel weakness, they slowly bended down and now they're on their knees.
Mitch rests his chin on top of Scott's shoulder, his eyes are still wide open from shockness. He can feel Scott's warm tears on his neck.
"I can't afford to lose you too."
Mitch lost it. An immediate tear streams down his face. His body tension calms down for a moment, he laid his temples on his shoulder.
Mitch breathed out "I'm sorry"
Matt Sallee
Someone I know who works harder than me.
Around the course of distress, he's there to save the day.
Longingly lost at his pearly white smiles.
Loneliness is nowhere to be found in his vocabulary.
Sounds of his bass tones lasting in my eardrums.
Saving me. Matt Sallee saves my life.
Scott pulls aways from Mitch as he stares deeply in his brown irises. He observed his wide eyes, still filled with tears. "We're gonna have one more show for him. Okay?"
Mitch unexpectedly let out a small giggle.
"What are you laughing about?"
He sniffed and he pinch his own nose. He looks up at Scott. "I still have his sun glasses." He pointed out the chair behind Scott.
The blond turns around. He chuckles at the sight of the sun glasses on top of the chair.
He looks at Mitch, lifting up his chin to make eye contact with him. He slyly smiled at him.
Mitch sighed, looking deeply into his eyes. "Just promise me that everything's going to be okay."
Scott embraces him one more time. "I promise."
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