A/N: Heavily based off of "Alive" by Trevor Moran (amazing EP by the way) so anyway, if you've heard it, it'll probably make a little more sense, but you should be okay either way. Hopefully I won't ruin it...

Dear Mitch,

I don't know what to do. I used to feel so, so happy whenever we were together. But now I just... don't. Maybe it started when I found out that you cheated on me. You never even told me, I just wasn't supposed to be there when he came over. You really have a cold soul, don't you? Did you ever plan on telling me? Probably not, you feel so entitled you probably didn't even think about it. You make me feel like I don't know you sometimes, Mitch, do you know that? I wanna fly, get away from you and all the pain that you cause, but I just can't live without you. I just want to feel alive, but you keep bringing me back with the temptation in your eyes, yet you're still a betrayer in disguise. I don't wanna hurt you, but the worst part is that I don't know if I even would if I were to leave. I want to be fine, but you keep making me come back somehow. You play me as a fool, but you'll lose. I've been thinking about us, with so many things I'm contemplating in my head, but I get nowhere. Until now. All you've been doing lately is hurting me, so I'll give you this: Leave me alone for a month. You've always said you couldn't live a month without me, so let's test it. If in a month, you want me to come back, tell me. I'll think about it. But I can't keep living like this, with you losing control like this. I'm so sick of the game you've been playing. I thought you'd be kind, but I guess you just expected me to be blind. But did you have to ruin what we created? We were almost unbreakable. Funny that the thing that breaks us is the thing you assured me would never, ever happen.

 I read the paper again and again, hoping it's a joke, but knowing that it's not. I drop the letter, before falling backwards onto the couch and pulling out my phone. "Hello?" "Kirstie, I can't, he's- he- oh my god, oh my god, please-" "Mitch? Mitchy, sweetie, what's wrong? Breathe, honey, breathe, and tell me what's wrong." She replied. I took a deep breath, before opening my mouth. "Scott, he... he left. He left me, Kirst." I reply. "Oh my god, he wasn't bluffing..." I heard her say, even though I don't think I was supposed to. "You knew?" I asked, feeling anger rising in me. "Mitch, honey, I thought he was lying, I thought-" "YOU KNEW? AND YOU SAID NOTHING? YOU LET HIM LEAVE?" I yelled. "I'm sorry, Kirst. It's just... did he say why?" I asked. "He said it was a test. I don't know what he meant, but I'm guessing he's testing you." She told me. "Oh..." I said. "Honey, are you okay?" I heard through the phone. "Can I come over?" I asked. "Of course, sweetie."

(A/N: I don't know what to write for the next month, so... *TIME SKIP*)

It's been a month. I need him. It's been a month, I can finally call him. I pick up the phone, shaking so much I think I'll drop it. I press Scott's contact, and put the phone up to my ear. It rings a few times, before I hear static, followed by an all too familiar voice. "Hello?" I feel myself start to cry, but I don't care. Because it's been a month. And I can get him back. "Scott? Scottie?" I reply. "Mitchy? Hi." I hear. I smile. "It's been a month." I say. "That it has." He replies. "So?" I ask. "So..." He replies. "Do you know?" I ask. "I do." He replies. "And?" I ask, my heart beating so hard, I feel like I'll explode as the silence threatens to destroy me. "I... I'm coming home." He says.