𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 «« Matthew Gray Gubler.

2.9

Sorry for such a late chapter. My brother was born a few weeks ago, and it's been difficult to adjust mentally to the increased amount of work I have to do. Writing used to be a fun escape, now it's something I have to meticulously plan out which exhausts me.

Thank you for being patient.

Daily Chore.

13th of January, 2012.

Apartment 8, Kensington Palace - Princess Coraline's Residence.

It'd been two days since Matthew walked out, and according to Martin, William and Kate had been kind enough to shelter him until he could get a flight back to LA.

Splayed across the couch, Coraline stared up at her ceiling, throat scratchy from dehydration and the environment around her looking less than presentable. She lifted herself, sitting up and wincing at the ache in her chest, the echo of her heartbeat too loud in her ear. A small knock had sent a jolt through her. "Coming." Her voice was coarse as predicted. Rushing to comb her hair down with her fingers, she chugged a glass of water in hopes of eliminating the horrid sound before answering the door.

Matthew had looked better than she thought he would. He didn't look like she did, hair tangled in knots and matted down, bruise coloured bags under her eyes. He looked fine, something that sent a stake through her heart.

Coraline had hoped they could reconcile, but part of her knew the things that were said were too deep. Too hostile for something as raw as their relationship. "Hi." She breathed, internally relieved the water had done its job well enough.

His lanky figure looked all too awkward standing in the doorframe. "Hi, I, uh. I just came to get my stuff. My flight is leaving in a few hours. And we need to, uh, talk."

She nodded, allowing him in and grimacing at the mess she'd created within two days and two nights. Watching him pick up various items of his, certain articles of clothing, she sat herself down, unable to trust her weak legs. "Nice stay at Will and Kate's?"

He hummed in response. "You can have the New York house."

Mouth agape, all words escaped her brain as she worded her response. It almost seemed like a divorce, and in a way, it was. She was losing someone she thought would be a life partner. She lips broke out into a sorrowful, blank smile. "Already? Isn't it a bit fast?"

"I think you need space. After some of the things said yesterday, I don't think we should continue on like this."

"Please, Matthew, we can work this out."

Matthew shook his head. "Cora, you are a person who manifests her own failure, who refuses to ever look on the bright side and I can't stand by and watch you destroy yourself."

Tears had glazed over her eyes. "I can," She stuttered. "I can get therapy. I'll get help, please just stay."

"If I stay, we both know you'll be too focused on me to fix yourself." He sighed, taking a few steps towards her. "Loving you has never been a chore, it has never been a job. I really wish you'd see that."

"I'm sorry. For what I said the other day, I didn't mean it."

Matthew sighed, the sadness on his face too overbearing for the blonde to look at. "No, I'm sorry. I know that since David's wedding you've been on edge," He threw another sweater into his bag. "I should've given you time."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "This has nothing to do with David's wedding."

He was too exhausted to have the last say. "Cora, please, don't fight with me. You're breaking my heart."