-'𝜗𝜚'- 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ⎯
matt sturniolo has forgotten all about
his childhood nemesis, not so
sparing her a thought in years but
that's most definitely because he
hasn't seen her. she hasn't been around
...
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LATER THAT DAY when matt and dilara return to their shared room, they choose to act as though everything is normal as they take turns heading to the restroom and changing into clothes more suitable for bed. the tension in the room is extremely palpable, even more so given their earlier interaction that is undoubtedly running the course of both their minds as they begin to unwind from their busy day.
when matt steps out of the restroom, his eyes instantly move to find dilara in the room. she appears busy swiping on her phone, the audio sounding through the vicinity as her attention remains on the device alone. just when matt is about to give up and look away, she raises her head at the last second and glances at him, evidently not expecting him to be looking straight at her already.
she offers him a look he doesn't know how to examine but before he can dwell on it too much, he decides to make his way towards the bed and sit down beside her. the unfamiliar gap between them practically mocks him as there's usually no space at all yet it feels as though lifetimes could slip between their current distance. he wants to move closer, wants to feel the warmth he knows her body radiates and the warmth he craves this particular winter night more than any other. he instead goes to climb into the covers, breathing in slowly to process the fact that he's actually about to share a bed with her again.
after a few moments, she follows suit, her legs tangling themselves between the covers and her head laying on her pillow as she proceeds to go back on her phone. matt can do nothing but think about their current state to the point he doesn't even bother picking up his phone from beside him. he simply stares at the ceiling silently, the only sound filling his ears being the one emitting from dilara's phone.
