Love You A Long Time | Mavi

Stormy End

It had been yet another long day full of songwriting and studio. Mitch was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. He just wanted to go home so he quickly said goodbye to everyone and went outside to wait in the car.

"Sorry, I was taking so long. We just had to talk quickly about the next session" Scott said as he joined him, getting in on the driver's side.

Mitch smiled slightly. "It's only next week isn't it?"

Scott nodded. "Yes, it is" he replied. "On Tuesday, because of our weekend in Texas."

"I know. Cannot wait to see my family again" Mitch pointed out.

Scott nodded. "I know. Me neither." He smiled slightly at his best friend, but frowned when he saw the almost blank expression on his face. "Are you okay, Mitchy?"

Mitch nodded. "Yes. Just exhausted. It was a long day."

"An emotional one as well" Scott added. "The song is wonderful."

Mitch smiled, but it was only a small smile. "We did quite well, yes" he confirmed and then fell silent, sighing once more before speaking up again: "It was cathartic to write this song."

Scott smiled slightly. "It certainly was" he agreed, remembering how they had to stop a few times, because Mitch needed a break. "Do you want to stay the night?" He asked then, just wanting to make sure that Mitch needed him.

"No, I'm okay, I need to learn to be alone after all" Mitch replied. "Will you just take me home?"

Scott nodded. "Of course, Mitchy." He started the engine and left the studio's parking lot. The drive back to Mitch's house was rather quickly and filled with silence.

Mitch was looking​ out of the window, trying his best to take deep and stable breaths so he wouldn't start to cry.

Scott noticed, of course he did, but he didn't say anything. Yet, he was worried about his best friend. It was only when he parked in front of Mitch's house that he spoke up again.

"Will you be okay, Mitchy?"

"What exactly do you mean Scott. This is a broad question?" Mitch returned. "Do you mean to ask you if I will be okay for tonight? If I will ever be okay again? If I will be okay with coming to rehearsal tomorrow? The answer varies. It's yes, hopefully and I don't know, but I will have to." He said this without any amount of sass in his voice, which was something that pulled on Scott's heartstrings.

"I think I meant all three" he said. "So thank you for telling me. If you need me-"

"I will let you know, Scotty" Mitch interrupted him. "Don't worry about me, dear. I'll manage. I've been managing for more than two months now." He opened the door. "Will you pick me up tomorrow? I don't want to show up alone."

Scott nodded. "I will, definitely. At around nine probably, so we can get Starbucks before?"

Mitch nodded. "Yes, thank you, Scott." he got out of the car and then leaned down. "See you tomorrow. Bye, Scotty."

Scott smiled at him slightly. "Bye Mitchy. Text me later?"

"I will" Mitch replied, he knew that his best friend was only asking because he found he was worried. "Bye." He shut the car's door and then turned to head to the house. He picked up the mail on his way to the house and went inside, making his way into the kitchen. He got himself a slice of cheese from the fridge and looked through the mail. It was mainly junk mail and bills but one of the envelopes caught his eye. He knew the handwriting as if it was his own and the fact that it didn't have any sight of a stamp made it even more obvious. He sat down on a chair and then opened it with trembling fingers, pulling out the papers. He unfolded it and looked at the small note attached to the official looking documents.

Mitch,
I didn't want to give them to you tomorrow, after all we decided to not let our private matters interfere with the band's.
I hope you're okay and I'll see you tomorrow, I guess.
Avi

Mitch couldn't help but chuckle. That was so Avi. He could've just thrown the papers into the post box, but he attached a note and put them into an envelope. He sighed deeply and put the papers on the desk, making a mental note to sign them and get them to their solicitor as soon as possible.

For the moment, though, he decided to not think about everything to much. He got himself a glass of wine from the fridge and went over into the living room, deciding to give the song he and Scott had written another listen and decide if he was satisfied with the demo. He sat down on the sofa and connected his phone to the speaker system and then pressed play.

Please bring me another tequila,
I don't need a sober day just yet.
I don't wanna try to get up,
there's a dark cloud over my head.

I don't need another umbrella,
I'm already wet from head to toe.
There's no need to wear a sweater,
I'm way too deep in the cold.

Mitch heard his own voice over the soft piano and sighed softly. He loved the arrangement, even though it was only a demo. And while he wasn't even sure if he would want to have this song on the album, he couldn't help but feel utterly calm, especially when he heard Scott's voice joining him on the chorus:

Hey little fighter,
soon it will be brighter,
we're over the stormy end.
I'll find another one to make it better,
some day in the ruins we made.

He took a sip of his wine and smiled to himself, pleased with the way the lyrics sounded. Writing this song had been hard, so hard and emotional and he was utterly happy that the outcome was good.

You don't need a guide to help you,
I know you'll be fine when the winds calm down.
I'll be brave but being without you,
I'll have a storm in my heart.

Hey little baby,
my heart will be aching with scars from the stormy end.
I might recover as someone else's lover
and stay away, and stay away from the rain.

Mitch couldn't help the tears falling down his cheeks, when he heard the words which meant so much to him, the words he and Scott had so carefully chosen for him to finally say goodbye and move on from what had ended a month ago. He looked down onto his hand as he had done a lot, sighing when he saw his bare ring finger.

Granted, the inked 'A' still reminded him of what was supposed to be the greatest love-story of his life, but he had moved on. Or at least he was trying to.

Because sometimes it happens. Sometimes you get married, you think you have your life all planned out with the one you love. And then there's this one day. The one day you realise that you both are not happy and will not be unless you just cut the cord.

And even though it is painful, it has to be done.

"You will always have a place in my heart" Mitch whispered to himself and softly kissed the 'A', before getting his phone out and making a short call. He then quickly booked himself an uber which brought him to a place he usually loved to be.

And even though it was dark, there was still a light burning. Mitch went inside and smiled at the man waiting for him.

"Hi, Mitch. So good to see you again" he was greeted.

"It's time, Romeo" Mitch simply said. "I want to remember, but I also want his name gone."

The tattoo artist nodded. "I've got some chocolates prepared for you and an idea for your finger. Just make yourself at home."

Mitch nodded and sat down, looking at his finger one last time. "Time to move on" he said to himself.

... even though I will never forget, what we had...

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A/N: I am in a mood. I just felt like doing this.
I'm sorry though, you can forget this now and imagine a beautiful ending for them if you want to.