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"I...hate you." He said, the sky was gray and it was gloomy outside. His eyes weren't brown, they gray. His skin was pale and his hands were cold.

"I hate what you did to me..." he continued, ignoring the tears that silently made their way out of his eyes, down his cheeks, and on to the ground. "You ruined my life. You...you took me and my gullible mind and my desperate heart and you painted it with lies and meaningless words that I held onto as if my life depended on it. You whispered nothingness into my soul as if I could walk away untouched...unharmed..."

He crouched down, blinking once as he read the name over and over again.

"I was just a big glass wall and you were a rock...You kept throwing yourself at me and each time a crack would form...and you kept doing it over and over and over..." he said, his voice was dry, he swallowed harshly.

"Until one day when I had cracks everywhere...one more throw shattered me... and what is someone supposed to do with broken glass? You do absolutely nothing...You just walk away and wait for someone to pick it up and cut themselves..." he trailed of, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath.

"But I love you..." he whispered, so quietly that he could barely even hear himself. "Because you did me the biggest favor ever. You left." He then smiled ever so slightly.

"Because...one day, someone called Glue picked up each piece and somehow...to my surprise, put this glass wall back together without any blood lost...and he also painted me with sunsets and flowers so you can't see the spot where the glue is visible..."

He wiped his eyes and breathed in through his nose before exhaling slowly out of his mouth.

"And now look at you." He said bitter sweetly. He laughed for two seconds. "Well?" He said.

"How embarrassing for you. Surrounded by dirt." He stood up and started down the tombstone.

"Its quite funny how your grave said "Andrew James Reynolds." But nothing else. Just your name."

"And what's even funnier is that ill go back to my husband...he'll ask me if I'm okay, and ill say 'yes' because I am okay. I never knew what 'okay' was. All I knew was when you were mad I'd get hit. And that it as only because you 'loved me' and I 'needed to know your rules'" he scoffed.

He glanced back at his husband who was leaning against their car, far enough away so he wouldn't hear mitch since he knew he wanted privacy.

"But I guess your heart problems finally caught up to you...sucks you died in prison, though. But oh well." He said.

He took a deep breath before he said his last words to his ex husband.

"You feel the rue?" He asked, smiling as he took a step backwards before turning around and walking to the love of his life.

(YA FEEL IT!?)

He hugged Scott tightly as he let out a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?" Scott asked, Mitch smiled.

"Ill always be okay. Now that I'm with you."

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