Stay With Me (Merome)

Chapter 27 (I'm such a bad person pls don't hate omg I'm so sorry love me)

Title says enough...

Mitch's POV

I went to her house, determined to sort it out. While I knocked on the door, I couldn't help but reminisce, and it hurt to think of everything we'd been through before we'd split.

She answered the door quickly, a little flustered. Her hair was tied back and she'd gotten changed. She stepped back, I gasped as I looked around. All her things were packed in boxes, or covered in plastic. "What- what's happening?"

"I'm moving. To New York. I've been offered a position, and I start immediately." She explained vaguely, then waved for me to sit on the plastic-covered couch. "Basically, a week ago, my boss told me there was a position in New York open, and they wanted me to take it. They have an apartment ready, and I'd be able to start immediately. The only thing that had a chance of keeping me here was the idea of staying here with you. I wanted to know if you and Jerome had happened though, if I even had a chance. Admittedly, I'd already accepted, but I wanted to see if I should say no. When I'd heard you talking about what you had with him, seen you see him, that second time, I knew that even if we have a chance, I had to go." She took a deep, shaky breath. "You're made for Jerome, it's obvious, and it's not worth me getting in the way. I'd never win, and it'd only hurt you in the process. So I have to go."

"Would you ever return?" I asked numbly, and she shrugged while smiling sadly. "Maybe, I don't know. Why aren't you with Jerome right now?" I briefly explained what had happened, and she nodded understandingly, the shadow of her former self starting to glow again. "I see." She stood up. "I have to finish packing, the movers will be here soon enough. Go back to Jerome."

"Is that all you have to say?"

"He's your partner. Not me. He needs you more." Her words made enough sense, and I left, feeling at peace for the first time in a long while.

I stopped off at the supermarket on my way, grabbing a huge bouquet of roses and lilies, with little fern fronds sticking out over the pink and purple paper. I wandered around the shop a little more, then grabbed one of those "I'm really sorry and hoping you're hungry for sugar so here you go" boxes of chocolates, paid, then left.

Of course, when I got back, things weren't as I'd planned.

I stepped into the house, feeling optimistic. We would most definitely work this out. Of course, the apologies I had would probably last for a year or two. I'd been in the wrong, and Jerome had been right.

He wasn't anywhere downstairs when I got in though, the place oddly quiet. Weird...

I put down my keys and, with the flowers and chocolates tightly clutched in my hand, made my way upstairs, stairs creaking ever so slightly.

I checked the bathroom and his room first, noting his open wardrobe door, before heading to my room. We had spare rooms and such, but I doubted he'd hang around there.

He wasn't in my room. "Has he gone for a walk?" I wondered aloud, then, for the first time, noticed the paper on my bed. I put the chocolates down on the sky blue sheets, then picking up the letter, still clutching the flowers.

Hey Mitch.

I took your advice, if you can call it that. I left.

I'm so sorry I didn't get to tell you in person, but it hurts too much. I love you so much, it's like fireworks when I see you, but now they're being put out, and all it leaves is pain.

So I'm leaving.

I don't know where I'll eventually end up, but for the time being, I'm staying at Preston's. Lava P will help me out, I know it.

I just can't take all this right now.

You need to get your shit together Mitch. Get your priorities straight, and try not to hurt anyone else.

Come find me when you have, because I'll be waiting for you, arms open and walls down. You just have to say the words and I'm yours again.

Love,
Jerome

The flowers fell from my hands, and crashed onto the floor.

He'd. Left?

The memory of telling him he should just go came back to me, and I found myself on the floor, hands in my face. "No... no..." I trembled, and squeezed my eyes shut. This was all just a dream, I'd wake to find Jerome being his usual funny, happy self. The self that wasn't suicidal because of me. The side that wasn't hurt from what I'd done.

I opened my eyes fiercely to find myself still in my room, bouquet drooping on the floor. The house was now empty, and Jerome was gone.

I didn't stand up to go get him though. Instead, I stood, feeling the pain, and punched a wall. My fist left a gaping hole, and I couldn't help but feel like it was my heart.

Idk if the title is temporary...

Amber