Matty didn't expect to see Shea standing on the opposite side of his door. His phone was on the kitchen counter, he'd been ignoring social media all day since he last texted Shea.
The two didn't fail to notice each other's appearance. Matty's curly hair was disheveled, dressed in a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a loose white t-shirt. If shea were to look close enough, she could notice his eyes rimmed red, of course hers looked the same. An oversized hoodie adorned her body, one that Matty recognized as his own.
"I-uh messaged you, told you I was coming." Shea spoke softly, breaking the silence between the two of them. Matty folded his arms across his chest, shrugging his shoulders, he wasn't going to speak to her. Matty didn't have any words in him to express how he was feeling right about now. "I need to talk to you, you don't have to say anything okay? just listen, please."
Matty wanted to say no, to just slam the door and walk away. But, his damn feelings got in the way and he moved out of the way to let Shea into his flat.
