settle down ❁ matty healy

Thirteen

The rest of that day and the one after flew by and soon, Matty had to go.

I lay in his arms the night before he left, in his hotel room. We sat in solemn silence, occasionally kissing each other and just enjoying being together for the last time.

We couldn't even get drunk because he had to be sober for the plane journey.

"Mate, we gotta go" his band mate George said sadly "I'm sorry"

A single tear fell from his glassy eyes "I fucking love you" he muttered "I don't wanna go"

I held him tighter. I didn't want him to go either.

"I love you too" I whispered.

And suddenly, he was gone. He was practically dragged away, prised from my arms.

The second he left me I missed him.