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What a shit show.

Here's the issue, for me to officially receive and explanation I had to be in his presence and that wasn't exactly as simple as it may sound. It was utterly painful and heartbreaking, Spending multiple endless hours with this boy who My thoughts couldn't seem to escape. All I merely wanted was an explanation, but I was terrified of receiving the truth that being the exact opposite of what I craved most.

I wasn't quite positive I was fully ready for the utterly honest truth, and I highly doubted i'd merely ever be.

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We sat against the rough massive mattress in complete and utter tense silence. Our frames distancing as far as humanly possible without tumbling downward against the solid hardwood. When possible we avoided eye contact, and especially physical. I couldn't resist but sneak subtle soft side glances when I had the immediate opportunities. I absolutely despised this, this silence. I was tense and strained, I craved clarify and comfort. A mental battle began to form inside my conscience debating if I could muster up enough courage to question him about the most recent situation. This massive pit began to establish in my stomach, I felt like every ounce of air suddenly evaporated and disappeared leaving me as I attempt to inhale emptiness. I couldn't breathe.

This is it.

This is how I die.

Goodbye cruel world.

My mind was traveling in a million directions in this very moment, I couldn't comprehend. The amount of fear I was suddenly granted absolutely horrified me. All this fear caused by this one magnificent brunette. I attempt to gather my thoughts and emotions to properly be able to have a somewhat decent conversation. Glancing over at his features I noticed the way his teeth subtlety sunk into his plump lower lip as he nervously fidgeted with his delicate fingers waiting for me to actually vocalize my emotions.

"Scott...can you please say something?" He questioned, shifting his gaze as it fall upon my features. I could feel the amount of pain in his beautiful orbs.

"What the hell am I supposed to say?" I harshly muttered throwing my hands up in defense.

"How you're feeling?" He replied matter of factly, causing me to immediately grant him a massive eye roll. I couldn't comprehend how to accurately describe how this entire situation felt. Why was this so difficult?

I slightly opened my mouth to verbalize how I was properly feeling, but I couldn't quite find the syllables.

"I-I feel..."

Words hoying, use them.

"I feel...betrayed!"

He didn't reply he just nodded, as a ashamed expression flashed against his glowing skin, shifting his gaze downward glancing at his palms. This is torture. Growing up in a household where emotions were merely avoided and never quite involved in conversation resulted in me never exactly being excellent at expressing my emotions. It always seemed to adapt to a jumbled mess, I utterly failed horrifically so I strayed from expressing as often as possible. We remained silent as our tense figures rested bluntly against the mattress.

"Why?" I questioned, causing his neck to shift as he lifted his glance upward, gazing into my pained tear filled pupils as he arched an eyebrow in confusion.

"Please...just please make me understand why." I begged, as tears threatened to cascade against my skin.

•Mitch's POV•

"Please...just please make me understand why." He begged as a muffled sob escaped his lips, tears filling his gorgeous blue orbs threatened to overflow. Those stunning eyes that I could gaze at for a mere century and never once regret the amount of time that shifted onward. I couldn't quite comprehend how to explain what my excuse was without having to admit how I truly felt towards this gorgeous blonde boy who I was undoubtedly attached to. I was terrified, terrified of becoming more invested and attached. The amount of pain and agony that came with the price of admitting those feelings was immense.

There was no doubt in my mind that He undeniably deserved a proper explanation, whether I was prepared to supply him with one or not. Terrified was a understatement; I was practically shaking from fear. The amount of terrible scenarios they traveled through my mind was repulsive. How would he react?

"I-I have this fear, this life crippling fear that once I get attached they'll leave...just like my father did. then I met you..." I began to breathe massive inhales attempting to calm the amount of overwhelming emotions and nervous that traveled through my conscience.

"...I met you and everything completely shifted, it was terrifying. I felt this uncontrollable need to be in your presence, I was getting attached. I made a vow I'd never get attached...fuck! Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"So I panicked, I needed to forget...I needed a distraction. Conveniently he Did too."

"A distraction from what?" He immediately questioned, eagerness engulfing his entire being. His begging eyes meeting mine.

"A distraction from..." Spit it out Grassi.

"Ugh From...you."

"Why from me?" He was undoubtedly doing this just to torture me, I could see it in the way his eyes shimmered with amusement as I ducked my head
groaning in embarrassment and defeat.

Dammit Grassi grow a pair.

"....Because I fucking like you okay! Are you happy now?"

Silence, complete and utter silence was all I received. This is torturous, my mind began to panic; did I make him uncomfortable?

"Yes." He contently whispered answering my previous vocalized questioned causing my neck to immediately snap upward till my gaze met with his as he shifted his figure forward till it was directly alined with mine.

And That's when it happened...

A/N: this literally took me forever to write bc my attention span is being a hoe! I'm sorry my life is a mess but I love y'all and hope you didn't totally hate it :) -Laura