Scömíche One-Shots

Goodbye

Trigger Warning: References to suicide.

I miss you. I haven't stopped thinking about you. I try to go out, meet other people, but all I can do is compare them to you. You made me strong. Now I have to try and get that strength back. I don't think I ever will. I gave you my heart, and I don't know if you'll ever give it back.

Can't you just give me an answer? I text you, call you, I do anything to reach out to you. To see if there's a chance for us. Maybe the lack of conversation should tell me. But I can't accept that. My head tells me that it's over, but my heart tells me that there's still a chance until you say no. I can't keep living like this, Mitch. You don't have to respond this time. I'll never see the reply. Goodbye.

"Oh my god." Mitch said, rereading the text again and again.

A/N: Short and... Well, sorry.