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M.R. | I Want You to Be All I Need (Pt.1)

hi guys!!!! shit happened, and this book got taken down for violation of content guidelines. im trying to but on a brave face rn, and i will be reposting all my sfw stuff before i even touch the smut. i dont want this to happen again ofc

also its like i had a sixth fucking sense about this??? i finsihed copy and pasting all my oneshots onto google docs TWO HOURS before it got taken down

first part of exes (to friends) to lovers

With a sigh, you step into the lift, the last of your moving boxes piled up high against one of the walls. You feel uneasy, being here again after five months of staying clear of this place. A part of you even vowed to never step foot in this apartment block again, and yet here you are, literally moving in.

It should be alright. From what you've seen this whole day, Mattheo doesn't live here anyways. Maybe he moved to one of the other apartments he was looking at; afterall, he was looking for one, instead of the two you'd originally planned.

Something heavy grips your heart at the fact that you don't know everything about him anymore. That's who he used to be. The person you knew, no matter what.

Now you're just strangers.

You press the button for your floor, and the metal doors start to slide shut, a female voice announcing to stay away from the door during transport.

Except a hand smack between the doors, scarred and scarily familiar as a swear word accompanies the doors opening again. Your stomach promptly drops as your face falls, and you're greeted with the sight of Mattheo, standing there in all his unbothered glory.

He steps into the lift, and reaches to push the button you'd pressed.

Instead he looks up, and his eyes fall on yours.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, voice equal parts confused and defensive. Recognition shines deep in his eyes, and he flickers his gaze over the boxes stacked up next to you, making his shoulders snap up with tension. "Don't tell me you're the person who moved in four doors down."

"I am." You say, stepping from foot to foot as his lips turn down in an uneasy frown. "Sorry."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He shakes his head, and takes his place as far away from you as he can in the lift, the doors sliding shut with the automated message once again. "Of all the places you could've gone, you moved in here."

There's a scolding quality to his voice, and he leans his shoulders deftly against the wall of the lift.

"Well I'm sorry I had to move out of my old place." You snap, shoulders rising with tension to match his.

"What, so you can't stay away from me or something?" He challenges, glaring at you. Your heart shatters a little bit, because no matter how long you spent away from him, you still recognise the lines of hurtful longing hidden in his features.

"With how much you owled me after our breakup, one would think you'd be happy to see me." You only say, voice low and quiet.

"You expect me to be happy after what happened?" He asks, and then scoffs, a mean smirk on his face. "Yeah right."

"You don't have to be mean about it." You say, trying so hard to not tear up, because no matter how you broke up, you still fucking loved him. "It's immature."