𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 | 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

16| Triggered

After spending around five hours in the library and actually finding some information, we decided to head to Mattheo's dorm.

"I could still be just a story with a crazy coincidence," Mattheo said leaning against the wall as I flopped onto his bed with a sigh of tiredness. Pain began to rise in my stomach, I really should never do whatever Blaise bakes.

"There are so many blank spots in the story, so who knows if it's true or not" I say sitting up with hunch as the pain slowly increased. I'm going to kill Blaise if I get constipated or some shit after this.

"Are you ok?" Mattheo asked.

"Yeah, just a stomach ache" I say hunching to relieve some of the pain.

"Lady Things?" He questioned shyly but concerned.

"No" I slightly chuckled "I don't know, I was supposed to get it last week" I said getting up and walking towards his closet taking a black hoodie.

"Can I borrow this?" I asked Mattheo which he nodded yes too. I then walked to his washroom and removed my shirt and skirt and put on the hoodie and stayed in my shirt tights. I walked out of the washroom and saw Mattheo sitting on his bed medaling with hid rings, he just stared at the floor, his face emotionless.

"Deep thoughts?" I asked jokingly with a smirk and he rolled his eyes. Although it didn't seem like, something was disturbing him. And what bothered me was this wasn't the first time I felt it from him. Life of being an empathy.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Not really" he answered blandly.

"You've been like that for a few days now," I say worried leaning against the bedpost next to him.

"How did – Empathy," he said out of realization.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," I say. I really wish I could control them, sometimes it feels like I living many different emotions and their not even mine.

"It's not your fault" he said continuing to medal with his rings. I didn't want to push him, but the suspense was killing me when I'm feeling the emotion for something I don't know.

"Um – Do you want anything?" I ask him.

"I want to be alone" he says. I stare at him for a minute, there so much and I can't just leave, but I have to.

"Yeah ok" I say softly before walking out the door.

....................

It been a few hours, since it was the weekend I could stay up late. I lay on my stomach on my bed finishing off my comic, but I get interrupted by a knock on the door. The moment I open the door I was welcomed to the same feeling of anxiety.

"Mattheo" I say surprised as I move behind the door and he walk in. I close the door before turning to him.

"I want to start by saying, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to send you away like that" he said.

"Don't be" I smile at him. His face was still emotionless but it was just a mask of his real feelings.

"I hate to do this but, can we talk?" he asks.

"Sure" I nod curiously. He takes a seat on my couch and sit on my bed parallel to him. Once again he fidgets with his rings as he bit his lip.

"I don't know why but, it's been disturbing me a lot lately after I told you what happened that night" she starts of quietly. His voice was deep but gentle and shy.

"Is it because you easily get reminded?" I carefully asked him scared if I trip on the wrong step.

"Yes, but it's also a little with you" he said before clenching his jaw. My heart dropped, I didn't know what he meant but I hope it wasn't what I think it was.

"Did – did I make you uncomfortable or –" I asked knitting my eyebrows in fear and confusion. I never meant to do anything to hurt him. But he looks up in shock.

"No, no never did" he quickly said reassuring me. "It's not that, it's something else"

"What is it?" I asked.

"I felt like I shouldn't have told you" he said look at me.

"Because it triggers you?" I asked.

"Because it makes me weak, and I can't get it out of my head. It happened because I wasn't strong enough and feeling I just hate feeling that again" he said looking at rings again. I stood up and sat in front of him on the floor gentle taking his hands into mine. I could feel the sweat from his anxiety.

"That doesn't make you weak Theo. You're a survivor and you were strong enough to tell me. And none of that was you're fault. You were so young, and you're still a child." I said and then wrapped my arms around his neck as he spread his knees allowing me to hug him closer. I was never really comfortable with physical affection, but for the first time in a long time I felt comfortable, and so did he. His emotions slowly calmed down calming my mind. His grip around my body got tighter as he deepens into the hug.

"You're the strongest person I know" I whisper to him. After staying in the hug for a few minutes we decided to go to bed. My eyes fall heavy as he rests his head on my chest and arm around my waist.

Butterflies.