Battle Scars (Scott x Mitch)

We would laugh, talk, sit, sleep, cuddle together. We were basically twins. We said 'I love you' to eachother.
I was happy.
I felt loved.
But now look at yourself, Mitch.
Sitting on a cold bathroom floor, with a razor in your hands.
Why am I crying?
Because Scott, my dear Scott, lives someone else....