The Pact (Scömìche)(completed)

31 In his own words

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Now, on with the story. It's the start of a new era for Scott and Mitch.

Scott took tiny sips from his glass and watched Mitch openly, for the first time in what felt like centuries. He found himself smiling, so wide that Mitch eventually smiled back.

"What?"

"I can't believe it. Do you have any idea how much this means?"

Mitch blinked. "I promise to be better. I never want to lose you again." He drained his wine.

Scott jumped up and grabbed his hand. "Come on, let's go play music again. Come now!"

He dragged Mitch downstairs to the music room and ushered him inside. Once there, he sat at the piano. "I need to play this, and maybe let it go."

Mitch nodded and sat down. "I'm all ears."

Scott began to sing.

They say two's company, three is a crowd

But one is the loneliest number around

I struggle and sink and your eyes are unblinking

Can't help whispering your name aloud

I guess there's nothing to do but cry

Torn apart between two tides

Hard to discover which way I should go

My heart so heavy when all the tears flow

You force me to choose and I know I will lose

Nobody to help when I'm laid so low

I guess there's nothing to do but cry

Torn apart between two tides

Can't you see I love both of you

Can't you feel this love is true

This ain't no crime

I'm drowning, sinking one last time

Won't you wade in, save me?

Well baby I see you're walking away

And honey I know you ain't gonna stay

I loved, I lost, I'm counting the cost

Endless tears is the price I must pay

I guess there's nothing to do but cry

When you're torn apart between two tides

Won't you wade in, save me?

The last note faded as Scott gazed steadily at Mitch. He had to understand.

Mitch put one hand to his throat. "I'm so sorry." His voice cracked.

"It's okay, well it wasn't but it is now, kind of. I wasn't ready, last time."

"It's us, isn't it? Two of us, and you in the middle. We tore you apart." Mitch spoke in a whisper, and he closed his eyes, breathing hard.