Mitch got out of the car and thanked Mike quietly for driving him, then walked into the graveyard and walked slowly to Scott's grave. He glanced at the tombstone, then sat down a few feet behind it. He stared at the ground for a minute, trying to think of what to say.
He finally began to speak timidly. "H-Hi, Scottie. Um... I miss you. A lot. I tried to tell them that it wasn't- that it wasn't you but they wouldn't listen." He smiled weakly before continuing, "I went back to the mansion and got your things. They wouldn't let me stay there, though. I've been at my parent's house for the past two months. I don't know if I'll ever move out, to be honest."
Mitch took a deep breath and then started back again. "You told me to find somebody new. I-... I can't, Scott. F*ck, I can't. I'm still not over you and I won't ever be. I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted. I- I miss you more than I can explain. I'm sorry I didn't come by earlier. I hope you can hear me, too." He paused again to recollect himself, and set the bouquet of flowers he'd been holding in front of the tombstone. "I tried to go back to the library, but they told me to stay home. That's okay. I don't think I could go back for a second day anyway. I-... I hope whoever you're with right now is being nice to you. I wish so much that you could just come back and not be in trouble so we could get married and be happy, but I guess not."
Mitch closed his eyes for a second and let out a shaky breath. "I can't cry anymore. I ran out of tears. I guess it's good for me, but I can't tell. My mom told me to come by. She said that you were nice, but my dad doesn't think so. I'm sorry he doesn't." Mitch glanced up at the tombstone again. "I love you. I love you so much. I'm sorry we didn't get as much time as we'd hoped. I'm sorry you died. I love you, Scott." He stopped to wipe away the tears that had started to fall. "I'll-... I'll see you soon, okay?" Mitch got quieter, "Bye, Scottie." He shakily stood up and walked back down the sidewalk he came from, and out of the graveyard.
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Princess
FanfictionMitch held his small grey at in his arms, cuddling with him as he laid peacefully on his couch with SpongeBob playing on the TV. He sat up straight in his place when he heard a faint cocking of a gun. He looked around the room nervously, praying tha...
