𝐖 𝐔 𝐑 𝐋𝐈 • 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝟎𝟔

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝟒 : 𝟏 𝟓 𝐏 𝐌

𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗶𝗿 filled and fled his lungs, he basked the pleasure of finally being able to close his eyes, nothing but pure silence — he felt as if he could finally rest, until his phone vibrated once more beside him. matts jaw clenched slightly, knowing exactly who it was.

he exhaled heavily and reopened his eyes, finally giving into the demanding device, slender fingers took a grasp on the phone, shifting his body to get a better grip — bringing it eye level to asses the chaos. his lock screen was filled with a slew of texts, direct messages, missed calls — all too much for Matt to take in at once.

y / n

Matt, please pick up.  

y / n

I understand you're angry, but please at least text me that youre safe.

y / n

I don't know where you are or even if youre okay, please know im so sorry Matthew. I feel immensely guilty about everything, you deserve much better. you don't have to talk, Matt, please, just answer the phone for like five minutes, send an emoji, write me a paragraph expressing just how much you hate me — anything! i'm so worried right now, I just want to know if you're okay and at home, safely.

y/ n

please answer me Matthew, i'm begging

y / n

i'm really sorry.

her concern perplexed Matt. it was very apparent she felt poorly towards him. he didn't understand why she would have led him to believe that she had some sort of feeling that lingered for Matt. everything was so overwhelming for Matt, it began to wear him thin.

matts thumb began to scroll through the list of messages that filled his combat hues, as the minutes past he felt only more exhausted, as he wasted time on his phone.

Matt

sorry for the late reply. im fine.

after hitting send he placed his phone beside his pillow. rest was all Matt truly desired after the long night; he no longer wanted to dwell on what had happened. perhaps this was the closure he needed — the closure he never had, maybe they could both move on now. just as Matt closed his eyes again, however, his phone illuminated the room once more — his eyes remained closed, letting it ring out its full course — buckled once it started to ring again. tiredly he brought his hand to his phone to accept the call, putting it on speaker — as he laid.

"...Matt?"

"hm?"

"oh thank God! where are you? are you okay?" concern laced between the words y / n as she spoke.

"im fine."

Matt couldn't tell if he was amusing her or himself with those choice of words, but all he knew was his irritability was increasing already — although, he didn't want to be an asshole nor sound like one — he didn't exactly sound too pleased with his flattened tone.