Matthew Gray Gubler One Shots and Scenarios

Missing You #4

This is the final update for this book. Thanks to all who have read it and to those who have left comments etc. It means a lot.

Content warning for swearing

Y/H/L = your hair length

Y/H/C = your hair colour

Y/E/C = your eye colour

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It had been a month since the break up. One long, hard month - especially for Matthew. On the outside he had appeared to be fine - an act he had put on for the press - but on the inside? He was a wreck. Anything set him off these days; their song that always seemed to be playing wherever he went, the sweet scent of her perfume lingering on the bed sheets...

He picked up his phone, unlocking it and going to his contacts. He hovered over her name. Should he? Shouldn't he? A flurry of emotions overcame him, his face flushing and his eyes watering. He was just so mad at himself for losing her and in turn, the reality of losing her made him incredibly blue. Usually, she would be the one he would call when he felt this way but he couldn't call her. Could he? He shook his head; no. It just wouldn't be fair to her. Sure they had broken up rather amicably but even though they were no longer together, he just couldn't bear to do that to her; to dredge up the emotions of the past month. He knew how she was. They had known each other for years - since childhood, even - and he knew that although they had had a friendly split, she would still have taken it hard. She had cried when she had left; they both had. They weren't just saying "goodbye" to their relationship but to their friendship as well.

He stared at her contact name. He hadn't had the heart to change it even though the hearts surrounding her name were now broken. He closed down his contact list, scrolling through his apps until he got to his gallery. He selected the most recent image of her, staring at the sight before him. She was beautiful. A real classic beauty with her Y/H/L Y/H/C hair, her glistening Y/E/C eyes and glowing sun-kissed skin. A single tear escaped him, rolling down his left cheek. How could he have been so stupid as to just let her go simply because they were too tired to fight for what they wanted anymore. To save themselves from the physical and mental distance between them? Truth be told they had been falling further and further apart since he had taken off on almost back-to-back tours two years ago and she had chosen to stay at home to work on her college degree.

Fuck it.

He exited the gallery and went to his messages, typing out a text to her:

I miss you.

Sighing, he cleared the screen and placed the phone on the bed next to him. A minute or so later it buzzed. Not once, not twice but a series of times. Matthew gazed at the phone; he was receiving a phone call. His eyes found the name on the screen. It was her. Taking a deep breath he slid the call bar to answer. Before he could speak a soft, quiet voice spoke up:

"I miss you too."