You're gone, Mitch. Gone. Well, not technically, but gone in my eyes. It's all my fault, and I'm sorry. But, no matter how hard I try, will I ever be able to fix this? I doubt it, but this is my shot. My last, futile, worthless, hopeless, shot in the dark. When I think about it like this, it sounds like some sickly sappy romance. But, no Mitch. This isn't pretend, not a fantasy love story. This is your life and I am trying to get you back. Please. Please, come back, Mitch. Please come back.
"But I don't want you to go." The poor boy's voice sounded so small, so broken. He was desperate, and if it weren't for his leg injury, he would have already jumped out of bed and held the younger boy tight until he'd given up and agreed not to go. "Mitchie, don't leave. Stay with me, please."
He stared deep into those dark cocoa eyes as he uttered the next three words.
"I love you."
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