It didn't even take a full day after Matt left for you to get away. You hoped, after watching so many ridiculous romantic comedies, that Matt would burst through the door moments after he left, remembering everything and proclaiming his love for you.
But that was unrealistic. The hope for him to love you was unrealistic. He didn't remember you? How could he love you?
The fact he was here when you were sick, gave you comfort that you'd been hoping for. Even the little gestures made you feel like your heart was healing, along with your body.
But, that hope came tumbling down. You should've expected it and you hate yourself for even allowing it into your mind. Into your heart. He still didn't make a decision. He still didn't choose you.
You're a stranger to him, but he wasn't a stranger to you. You didn't understand why he was torn between you and his ex girlfriend who had broken his heart. How could he still love her? That part hurt the most.
You had enough patience and you were done waiting. The door wasn't completely closed for him, because you love him more than anything, but you weren't going to sit there staring at the cracked door while time went by.
So here you are, in your parents guest bedroom, what used to be your home. Now it just felt empty and hollow.
Your thumb hovers over his contact information in your phone. You wanted to make sure he was okay. You want to hear his voice. Of course you do. He's your best friend, the love of your life. Or at least, he was those things.
But you weren't his and the reason you flew across the country is because you don't know if you'll ever be his again.
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You barely heard the front door open and the shuffling of Matt's feet as he called your name.
You opened your mouth, but no words came out, the tears just flowed down your cheeks.
The bathroom door opened and you could barely make out Matt's figure. He rushed to your side, pulling you into his chest.
"Y/N...what's wrong?" He asked, kissing the top of your head. There is no one more comforting than him. There was nothing more comforting than being wrapped in his arms.
But this pain was able to reach you before he did.
"It's my dad.." you said, in a shaky breath.
"Oh..Do we need to.." he nervously replies.
"No..he's..he's in the hospital again.." you nuzzled into him, taking in his warmth and his sweet scent. "He's okay now. It just gets to me sometimes..I don't know why"
"He's your Dad. Say the word and we'll go see him" He kissed your head again. "Even if you need to go alone. I'll be here for you. Always"
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"Hey, sweetheart" your Dad mumbled, looking at you from his wheelchair. You walked into the living room beside him, sitting on the couch beside his chair.
"Hi, Dad" You kissed his head and placed your hand on top of his. "Mom's gone to run errands. Do you need anything?"
He shook his head, reaching over to cup your cheek. "No. Thank you"
You nodded and turned back towards the TV.
"Y/N..."
You sat up again, wondering what he was looking for.
"Y/N, do you need anything?" He asked, with concern in his eyes. As sick as he is, his priority has always been you.
You bit your lip, trying your best not to start crying. "No. I'm fine-"
