((A/N: Yes I know that this is much longer than anyone expected. I'm just fucking rolling with it at this point. This is part three which will [hopefully] finish this story for once and for all.))

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Mitchell P.O.V

The dream hasn't left my mind for days now. I don't know why. I just can't keep it off my mind. It makes me worry. I wouldn't want to lose Butters like that.

'I'm just now starting to get particularly close with Butters. We've had a couple dates and I really enjoy his company. He soothes me and keeps me calm. He seems to be the only person who can do that right now. That may add on to why I like him, but probably not by much. I mostly just like to spend time with him.'

I sigh softly as I get up from the couch. I pick up Ash and walk to the kitchen. The nightmare has left me without my appetite so I feed Ash instead. He happily eats his food, glancing at me occasionally.

Once he's finished he stares at me as if I should be doing something. I take it as I've forgotten to do something, but I know that I've done everything. The only thing I didn't do was eat breakfast.

"I'm not hungry, Ash. I'll eat later, okay?" I tell him, scratching behind his ears.

He can't resist and instantly forgets any thoughts he may have had. His favorite place to be scratched is definitely behind the ears. It's very cute to see how much he loves it. He'll stop anything he could be doing for a good scratch there. It's simply adorable.

I decided to make some coffee for my "breakfast" and think about calling Butters. I do miss him and would like to spend more time with him. It is a nice day after all.

'The park isn't bad during this time of day, or we could go see a movie, or just stay at my apartment and hang around. Whatever we do is fine with me. I just don't want to be alone.'

I text Butters to see if he is free and he is. I ask if there's anything, in particular, he wants to do and he replies that there's a movie that he's been wanting to see that's about to go out of theaters. I suggest we go and he looks up movie times.

The theater isn't far from either of our houses so we meet up there. I see Butters and a smile begins to form on my face. He's one of the things that I have to smile about. We hold hands as he pays for our tickets. I pay for our popcorn and drinks. I figure that I probably won't eat a lot, so a large should be enough for both of us.

I haven't heard of the movie that Butters wants to see, but I figure that it will probably be good. I don't know what it's about, but I'll figure it out once we start watching. I glance at a poster as we walk by and it seems to be a horror movie.

'As long as it's not about a psychotic kidnapper or rapist I should be okay.'

We get to the specific theater where the movie is going to play and I'm honestly surprised that it's empty. We're the only ones here at the moment. We sit up in the very back row and wait. It's still a bit early so the previews won't play for a couple more minutes, not that I actually care about the previews anyway.

We eat some of the popcorn while the previews play and wait for the movie. It's a boring twenty minutes, but as the theater goes dark I know that the movie is starting.

When the movie starts I'm a bit confused. It starts suddenly with a person running. It's not the only time a movie has started with someone running from what they think is certain doom, although personally, I don't like this layout. I like to know what has lead up to this point as it happens, not a flashback of recent events.

Butters and I watch the movie as it takes place. It turns out that the person running was a girl and she was running from her crazed stepfather. He had gone insane in the past several months and had started killing a lot of people in their small town. He would also butcher them to sell in his butcher shop. The family had found out and now the only survivor was the oldest daughter. It's not a bad story, but it's awfully bloody.

There are a few times during the movie where something pops up on the screen and I jump and grab Butters' arm. He laughs softly and puts his arms around my shoulders. I'm glad that it's dark because I can feel my face turning a deep shade of red. I'd rather blush in the dark than have him see me get flustered.

I jump a few more times. The scares that get me seem to not even affect Butters. He just laughs softly and pulls me close. I huff and eat a little popcorn, which ends up on the floor a few times because this movie literally crawls with jump-scares. It's honestly a bit frustrating.

The movie ends with the girl running. It was the exact scene from the beginning. She ran until I could no longer see her on screen. The camera zooms out to see only about half of what I believe is her stepfather. He is holding a gun and moving closer. The daughter comes into view again and the only thing that is heard is the sound of a gunshot as the screen turns black.

I realize that this means that the daughter is most likely killed and that's where the movie ends. The story is over. The father will continue to go on his murderous rampage until he is stopped by some unknown force. Of course with this being a horror film there will most likely never be a sequel and the viewer will be left with the ending given to them.

I sigh and stand from the seat I was in. I stretch because I've been sitting down for a good two hours by now. My muscles were beginning to go numb. 

"I thought it was a pretty good movie," Butters says as we walk out.

I shrug saying, "I-It was okay, b-but there was a l-lot of jump-sc-scares."

"You're only saying that because they scared you," he says while hugging my waist.

I blush softly and huff. Although I can't exactly say he's wrong. Part of the reason I didn't like it as much as Butters is because I did jump at the cheesy pop-up hallucinations and blood splatters. The ending also wasn't the greatest either.

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We walk back to my apartment and Ash is very happy to see us both. I had to leave him at home because I figured it might not be the best idea to take him to a place that should be silent. If I knew we were going to be alone the entire movie I would have brought him along.

Butters scoops him up and scratches behind his ears. Ash pants happily and goes limp in his arms. He loves to be handled and is similar to a rag doll kitten. It's very cute when he does because he is so relaxed.

I sit next to Butters and smile. Ash really likes him and I'm glad that he does. I don't want him to go anywhere. I would like him to stay for as long as we'll be together. If we break up then that's that, but I would definitely be upset. I like Butters. After thinking I would die alone because I don't want to be sexual, having a relationship with someone I actually find myself emotionally attracted to feels nice.

Ash rolls and hops off the couch. He sits at our feet and just stares at us. I'm not sure what he's doing, but I think he's waiting for Butters and me to do something. Perhaps he wants us to cuddle so he can nuzzle his way into the middle to stay warm. His fur keeps him warm but he still likes to be as warm as he possibly can be.

Butters can see the look on the loving dog's face and pulls me close. I tense up for a moment because I'm still not used to it, but relax because I know that I'm with him. Normally I'm the one who initiates any type of physical contact. Although lately he's been a bit more touchy. The movie theater was a good example, but I was fine with that. Then after the movie when he hugged my waist, which was short but still enjoyable. I do enjoy cuddling, but usually, I'm the one who cuddles first. I just feel more comfortable that way.

"Are you okay? I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" he asks, noticing that I must seem uncomfortable.

"I-I'm okay, it's just... N-Normally I'm the one who g-gets ph-physical with you... I-I'm st-still getting used to y-you making the f-first move," I explain softly as I slowly become more comfortable with the situation.

"Okay, just tell me if I start moving too fast. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

I nod slowly and rest my head on his chest. Of course, I would let Butters know if I wasn't okay with being physical. I'm not even sure that my body would let me stay quiet about it. I had to be quiet for much too long and now that I'm free I never want to have to stay silent out of fear again.

'No one should have to be quiet out of fear. You should feel safe with the person you're talking to. If you don't feel safe then you shouldn't talk to that person.'

We stay that way for a while. It feels nice to be with someone who actually cares about me. It seems like everyone else I've been in a relationship with has either harmed me in some way or left me a heartbroken mess. I don't want this relationship to be like those. I genuinely like Butters and feel safe around him. No one else makes me feel as safe as he does.

Being this comfortable makes me a bit tired. I don't want to sleep because of my nightmares. I would hate to scare Butters with my horrid screaming. Unfortunately the longer we stay this way the more tired I become. I can't help but have the urge to fall asleep.

Soon enough I feel myself falling asleep. I can no longer keep my eyes open. I am too comfortable to force myself awake. I cannot stop the fatigue that staying awake gives me. I fall asleep and drift off into my never ending land of nightmares.

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When I wake up I'm still with Butters, laying in his arms. He is asleep but is still holding me close to himself in a protective manner. I smile when I see him because it means he has stayed with me, but I'm also surprised.

I don't remember waking up from a nightmare at all. In fact, I don't remember having any nightmares at all. Normally I wake up screaming in terror and can never go back to sleep. Right now it seems like I've been asleep for hours without a single disruption.

'This can't be right. I have to have had some nightmare during my rest. I always do. Why would I be able to sleep just fine just because Butters is here? That doesn't make any sense to me.'

Butters wakes up a few moments later. He yawns softly and smiles when he sees that I am already awake. I can't help but share a sweet smile in return. I feel happy that I didn't wake him up with my screaming, but also confused as to why it didn't happen.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" asks Butters, probably seeing that I look decently rested for the first time ever since we've met.

It's the first time I've had a good sleep in a very long time. It seems strange but also good. I now wish that every time I sleep could be like this, but I know that I will go back to having fearsome nightmares by the next time I fall asleep.

"G-Good, r-really good actually," I reply with a smile.

He smiles and pokes my nose with his index finger. I smile and hug him tighter. He makes me really happy without even trying.

"That's good."

I nod and try to figure out why I was able to actually sleep. I don't know why. Normally I can't sleep at all but today I could. It doesn't make any sense.

'Surely it would just be a coincidence that I manage to sleep when Butters is here. My brain probably forced itself to stop nightmare production so I wouldn't freak him out. Whatever it was, I liked it.'

Ash hops up onto the couch and sees me awake. Even he looks confused. Usually, when I sleep I wake up screaming and he has to console me until I'm calm. This time he didn't have to do that once. He must be used to it and think it's weird too.

"What's with Ash?" asks Butters, probably seeing that the small dog is confused.

I pick up the small dog and hold him on my chest. He is calm but still confused. I would be too if I were him. I scratch behind his ears for a few moments to stop the confusion.

"W-Well, n-normally I have n-nightm-mares that m-make me w-wake up scr-screaming... Ash u-usually comf-forts me after... I-I guess he's u-used to it," I explain softly, still petting the happy puppy on my chest.

"Oh," Butters pauses, "you didn't wake up once while we slept. You seemed to be fine. No screaming or discomfort that I could see."

I shrug it off and sit up. Ash hops down and sits at our feet. I stretch out any tiredness from my body before calling Ash back onto the couch. He hops back up happily and lays with Butters and me.

I like to cuddle with him. He's warm and comforting. No one else besides Ash would ever want to cuddle with me. I didn't realize what I was missing out on until I actually got a chance to experience it. Now cuddles are practically my favorite thing.

I smile as Butters pulls me close. I feel his warmth starting to transfer to me. He is one of the people who are naturally warm, which I enjoy a lot. I'm one of the people who are naturally cold all the time, so feeling Butters' warmth feels good to me.

"Are you cold? Your skin feels almost like ice," he asks, noticing how cold my skin can get.

"I-I'm always c-cold."

He takes a blanket off the back of the couch and throws it over us. As soon as it hits it starts to trap heat. It feels good and warm. I snuggle closer to him because I love how warm he is. I can't stand being cold.

"Better?"

"M-Much better," I reply softly, getting warmer by the minute.

He smiles and we just stay like that for a while. We don't have to talk. The quiet is enough and is also very calming. The whole situation is peaceful.

---

Unfortunately Butters has to leave and I have a therapy appointment. It seems as though we couldn't stay together even if we wanted to. I like spending time with Butters because he makes me happy, but I know that we can't always be together.

I leave my apartment with Ash and head to my therapy appointment. Dr. Ginnings is very polite and is very understanding. She specializes in cases like mine, so of course, she would know how to handle my delicate emotions.

When I arrive I see that Fin and Christian are just leaving. They always come together. They must be very close friends or just happen to schedule their appointments on the same day. I don't really know or care that much. I don't know them that well either.

I do know that they are friends and they've been that way since college, so I don't even really bother trying to insert myself into a friendship where there would be no room for me. There is no point in making friends for the time being. I have Butters and Ash and that's really all I need to be happy.

Elizabeth calls me back and I follow her into her office. Ash scampers along happily. He's only been here a few times, so it still excites him to see all the things here. It'll be a while before her office doesn't excite him.

"Hello Mitchell," she greets before glancing down and seeing the puppy I've brought along, "And hello to you too, Ash," she adds while scratching behind his ears.

Ash pants happily and follows me as I sit down in one of two chairs in her office. She smiles and sits down behind her desk. Everything about her just screams that she is friendly, but she can definitely insert her opinion sternly when she wants to.

"How have you been since our last session? Are the nightmares getting better or worse?" she asks, jumping right to the chase.

"The n-nightm-mares are still b-bad, but... I-I'm not sure... T-Today I fell asl-sleep with my b-boyfriend and I d-didn't have any bad dr-dreams," I explain, still trying to figure out why I didn't wake up screaming.

"Oh that's right, I remember you telling me that you were seeing someone. And no nightmares around him?"

I nod and tell her no, but that this is the first time that I've fallen asleep around him. She writes down a few things on her clipboard before the biting the end of her pen. It's a habit I've noticed her perform many times. I cannot judge her for doing so because I'm sure that she only does it because of stress. How could she not? Her job is surrounded by stress and it wouldn't be surprising to think that some of it must come off on her. I'd actually be surprised if it didn't. After all, she is the one focusing on other people's problems and trying to help them, but who is helping her? No one that I know of.

"In previous sessions, you've described your nightmares to me. You're often in the house where you were kept for several months and describe the feeling of being watched and or trapped like you cannot escape. I believe that you do not feel safe by yourself and that these nightmares serve as a reminder for you. I believe the reason you do not have these nightmares is that you feel safe around your partner. Does this sound like it makes sense to you?"

I nod and realize that it does make a lot of sense actually. I do feel safe around Butters. He's really one of the only people I feel safe around. Perhaps that is why I'm actually able to sleep around him. It seems like a good explanation. I can't really come up with a better one at the moment.

"This is good for you, Mitchell. Having someone that makes you feel safe and happy, comfortable especially, is good. You don't have to be physical, not that I would recommend it for the time either. It's still a bit soon after the time where you've been most vulnerable. Whenever you feel ready is the best time. As of now, I believe you are making very good progress and that this comfortable relationship you have will be good for you," she continues.

At the end of my session, we say our farewells. It's nothing too fancy; just a goodbye and sometimes a "See you at your next session." Then it's over. I return home with Ash and wait until our next scheduled appointment.

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When I make it back I am reminded that Butters had to go home. It's disappointing that he is not here with me because I would prefer to have him here to spend time with. I really do enjoy having him around. It's much better than being alone.

I sigh and collapse on my couch. I bury myself in a few blankets and it's like I'm not even on the couch anymore. I am lost in the warm mass of blankets. It's rather enjoyable.

Ash hops up and lays on my back since I am facing down. I only know that he does this because I can feel that he is laying on me. It's cute but also restricts my movement because I wouldn't want to make him fall off.

I lift my head from the blankets and glance behind me. Ash is asleep on my back. I can't say that it isn't cute because it's adorable, it's just not as comfortable for me.

I let him sleep there for a good amount of time while I listen to music. I distract myself to make things easier and so I won't have the urge to move him. It's just easier this way for me.

After about an hour Ash jumps down off of the couch. I roll over and lay on my back, only to have him jump back up and lay on my stomach. I huff and scratch behind his ears.

"I just can't win with you, now can I?"

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That time with Butters was the only time I've had successful sleep since I've returned home. Nothing else works. I wake up screaming or crying or both. Butters is the only thing I've had a good sleep with.

I feel safe around him. That's what Dr. Ginnings said. She thinks that I need to feel safe to make the nightmares stop and I think she's right.

I don't feel particularly safe in my apartment anymore. This is the same place I was kidnapped from. Although it is my home I still don't feel safe living in it.

I am not going to move because I most likely won't feel very safe anywhere else. It's just a fact. There's no point in me moving because nowhere in town, or the world for that matter, is one-hundred percent safe. The best thing I can do is stay around the ones that keep me safe; Butters and Ash.

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I call Butters to see if he's busy, which he's not. I'm glad to hear it because I wanted to see him. It has been a few days.

I hug him when he comes to the door because I have missed him. He hugs me back as we enter my apartment. I kick the door closed with my foot so it won't stay open.

Butters lays on my couch and I lay with him. I feel comfortable around him like nothing can hurt me. This is how it feels to feel safe. In my apartment I don't feel safe, in town I don't feel safe, pretty much anywhere I don't feel safe anymore, but it's not like that with Butters. He is the complete opposite of that feeling.

"Are you sleeping okay? You look awfully tired," Butters asks, noticing that I must look particularly tired at the moment.

He's not wrong. I haven't been able to sleep for the past few days. My brain makes the nightmares even more terrifying to keep me awake. I have not slept.

"N-No. I c-can't sleep," I admit softly, resting my head on his chest.

"Go ahead and sleep then, Hun. I'll still be here when you wake up," he replies, beginning to tease my hair.

"Y-You've n-never called me that b-before," I point out, noticing that he's given me one of many different nicknames that couples use.

He shrugs before replying. "I just wanted to try it. Now go to sleep, Hun," he says softly and then kisses my forehead.

I can't say no to him. He is very comfortable and I feel so incredibly tired. I can't help but want to fall asleep. Eventually, I do because I just feel too tired to stay awake.

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When I wake up I try to remember if I had any nightmares. I don't remember having any, which is good. I see that Butters is awake and smile. He returns my smile and pokes my nose. I can't help but smile when he does that. It makes me happy for no actual reason.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks softly, pulling me closer to him.

"Y-Yeah. Did I w-wake up at a-all?" I question, seeing that Butters has been awake while I was asleep.

He takes a moment to think. I look at the clock and realize it's been a good three hours. I've slept for three hours, which makes me feel a bit guilty because I left him alone to do nothing during that time. He was probably bored while I slept.

"I don't think so. You seemed to be asleep the entire time."

I nod and let out a soft purr as he plays with my hair. It feels nice and relaxing. I don't mind it at all.

We just stay that way for a while. It's nice to feel safe with someone for once. I haven't felt this way in a very long time and I remember how much I enjoyed it.

I think about the times that people have hurt me in my life, the most recent and scarring being Nick. He left me a completely shattered and broken mess. I thought that I would never be happy again, but Butters makes me happy. I'm starting to feel whole again. Perhaps I've found the one to fix everything that was ever broken about me. I hope that I have.

"I like staying here with you, Mitchell," Butters says suddenly.

"I-I like you b-being here with m-me," I reply, hugging him tighter.

I don't particularly like the way conversations like this usually go. Typically when someone says that they like spending time with me it's followed by the, "but this isn't exactly working" aspect of the conversation. That's usually when things go downhill and they leave me the broken pieces of our relationship. I'm left alone and they never come back.

'I don't want what I have with Butters to end up like that. That's the last thing I want. I've dealt with so much heartbreak and ache that I'm not sure that I could handle any more of it. It has always hurt me more than it hurt them and I was always the one carrying the crushing weight of the pain on my shoulders. For once I would like for something to go right. I want to be happy with someone. Hopefully, I will be happy with Butters.'

I sigh softly and try not to show my overflow of emotions. I don't want to lose Butters. Just the thought of that happening makes my chest hurt and my eyes fill with tears. I try desperately not to make it obvious, but unfortunately, it is. I can't stop the feelings that suffocate me in my own body. My lungs burn and from trying to hold in my tears and I can tell that if I close my eyes that the tears that I'm trying so desperately not to fall will do just that.

"Mitchell, what's wrong?" Butters asks softly, seeing that I'm obviously in emotional distress.

I shake my head no and try to hide my face from him, but I can't because I'm laying with him. He lifts my chin up gently as the tears fall from my eyes. I tried so hard to hide it but I couldn't. I've had to hide my pain for so long that it's like my body will no longer allow me to hide it.

"Hun, why are you upset? Did I do something wrong?" he continues to ask.

I don't give him an answer besides shaking my head. I don't want to talk about it because I feel like that will only make me more upset. I wish I had never thought about my past, but unfortunately, I did so it's too late. There is nothing I can do about it now.

"At least write it down or something? I want to know how to help."

I let out a shaky sigh as I grab a notepad and pen that were sitting on my coffee table. I don't want to speak out loud because it would make this a lot more difficult with my crying and stuttering. I quickly begin to scribble down my explanation. I try to make it as legible as possible, but crying and trying to write fast don't exactly mix well, so it's still a bit sloppy. As soon as I'm done furiously scribbling I hand the notepad to Butters and look away.

He begins to read it softly to himself after a moment. "When you said "I really like you, Mitchell," I started to feel like this would be like nearly all of my past relationships. The only exception being my last one. Normally when my partner says that to me it's followed by a "but this isn't working out," or a "but I think we should see other people," or my least favorite, "but I think we should just be friends." It hurts so badly when it happens. I get a sharp sting in my chest each time and when you said that the same sting came back for another jab at my heart. I don't want this to end up like so many of my previous relationships. I can't pick up any more broken pieces. My hands are so lacerated because of it. I don't mean physically, but metaphorically. You are by far the best relationship I've ever been in and I know that if this happened with you that the damage would be irreversible. There would be no shards, only dust. I just don't want to lose you because it would hurt too much." he finishes softly while looking at me.

I am looking at the floor as tears travel down my cheeks. They slowly start to collect in a small puddle on the floor, but I don't care. I can't bring myself to look up.

"Mitchell, I'm not going to leave you like that. Those relationships obviously didn't mean anything to them, but this one means everything to me. I won't abandon you. I want to help you pick up the pieces," he tells me while pulling me close.

I hug him kind of tight and hide my face in the crook of his neck. He begins to tease my hair, something he does on a pretty regular basis now.

'Butters is so sweet and considerate all the time. Sometimes I feel like he's too good for me. Of course, I know that if I said that he would deny it and say that I was too good for him.'

Whenever he's around my heart beats faster. I am completely relaxed, it just beats faster. I'm not sure why, but I have a pretty good idea. I don't want to say anything until I am sure that our feelings are mutual. The last thing I need in my life right now is to tell someone I love them and then be completely shot down. I'm not sure I could take it.

Part of me wants to tell Butters how I feel because I already think he feels the same. How could he not? He's so considerate all the time and obviously cares about me. The other part of me is screaming for me to keep my mouth shut. He's just being nice to you because he feels bad. My heart and brain are very different. Everything has to be a debate with them.

I notice it's been quiet for a while now. I want Butters to talk, but he's being quiet. He's probably just trying to get me to relax. Normally he isn't this silent.

"I love you, Mitchell," he says suddenly, surprising me a lot.

It was said so suddenly that I didn't have time to expect it. I didn't expect Butters to tell me he loves me right now. I really liked it, I just wasn't ready.

"I-I love you t-too, Butters," I reply softly, hugging him tighter.

He smiles and holds me close to him. I can tell that he is genuinely happy and I am too. Butters is the only one who makes me happy. I feel complete with him. I've finally found someone who is able to fix me. I couldn't be happier.

---

It's another few days before I can see Butters again. I really want to, but unfortunately, we've both been a bit busy. We try to see each other as much as humanly possible, but that wasn't much. We can finally see each other today because we're both free.

Butters comes over to my apartment because he says he likes it better than his house. It's quiet and this way his father won't interrogate me about dating his son. I'm happy that Butters likes it here. I enjoy being here too. Although I feel safer with Butters around.

I hug him when he walks in and kiss him on the cheek. I'm slowly becoming more comfortable with intimacy. We haven't done anything too physical yet, but Butters is patient. He knows that it's a delicate situation and is fine with it.

I'm just happy to spend time with him. I don't need anything else. I would be happy if we were never physical, I would be happy if we were, once I was comfortable. All I really care about it having Butters. He makes me happy. He's all I really need at this point.

We snuggle on the couch and play a movie. Ash hops up and snuggles with us. I'm glad he likes Butters because if he didn't then there would be a problem. Luckily all is well between them.

We watch a romance movie about a young man spiraling into depression after his wife's death. He's trying very hard to be there for their newborn son, but ultimately he cannot. That is when his best friend comes into play to help him raise the poor child. Eventually they end up having a drunken night of passion and it is revealed that the best friend had always had feelings for the man. They decided to stay together because they were practically already a couple to begin with. They raised the child and watched him grow up into a nice young man. The movie ends with them watching their son leave home and the screen goes black.

It was a very sweet movie, even when there were some sad moments. It shows that when bad things happen they happen for a reason. The wife died, but that led to the husband's best friend confessing his feelings and then a new relationship forming.

The movie kind of reminds me of my own situation. I had to go through the bad things with Nick to meet Butters. Without that happening, I probably would have never met Butters. I don't know where I'd be without him, but as of now, I feel happier than I ever had before. 

I'm not thanking Nick for anything because he deserves to rot in hell for all he's done to me, but without those things happening I probably wouldn't be happy now. It just proves that bad things need to happen to reveal the good things you've been waiting for.

"I love you, Mitchell," Butters says softly while kissing my cheek.

"I l-love you t-too, Butters. I'm gl-glad we m-met because of my th-therapy dog," I reply softly, petting Ash as he looks up.

"Correction, we met again because of your therapy dog," he corrects.

We stay cuddled close to each other for the rest of the night. I couldn't be any happier than I am right now.

'I wouldn't change a thing.'

((A/N: WOO!! OVER 26,000 WORDS BUT I DON'T CARE!!! I'M SO HAPPY TO HAVE THIS DONE!!! THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING THIS AND PUTTING UP WITH ME AND MY WRITING TIMES!!!))