Sturniolo Tower (Matt Sturniolo)

17. Best Clothes

Matt's POV

When you die, your brain shuts down starting from the top, claiming the most human characteristics first. As the wave of blood cells spread out, the memory and language centre shorts, until you're left with just a core.

They say it feels like you're floating before your life flashes before your eyes, but not like how movies show it. It doesn't happen in chronological order.

I don't know how to explain it, I don't think I can. At first, Y/N's face was branded into my thoughts, I heard her voice calling my name and the world went black. But it didn't bother me, I liked it.

My peace ran out and I started to experience what were the best moments of my life, for the second time.

The first was Y/N's smile, glowing. When I first saw her smile, my heart stopped, in the best way possible. Now, her smile is like coming up for fresh air after drowning. From there, all I saw was blissful moments with my Mom, brothers and Y/N.

When I associate myself with dying, I expected it to be like taking my last breath and slipping into peacefulness. I didn't expect to feel nothing but everything at once, pain, sorrow, happiness and regret.

We all have a purpose in life. Despite being lucky enough to experience and achieve great things, I never felt complete. There was always something missing. As I fell deeper in love with Y/N, the feeling faded. It never fully went away until she told me she was pregnant. I never wanted to make my Dad's mistakes, I never wanted to bring a kid into the world without knowing for sure I could give her or she the best possible life.

You can strip me of everything, the fortune, the house and cars, material things, my business and my art. The only thing I won't give up is her. She is really all I need in this life. When she tells me she loves me, I have no doubt that anything could take me from her...

Until now.

A voice I never thought I'd hear again distracted me from the sound of my child's heartbeat. Logan

"You're wearing your best clothes for me, I'm honoured" Logan smirked, coming into view.

I frowned, before looking down to see I'm still wearing my black suit and red tie.

I looked back up at him. "Am I dead?"

Logan laughed before he shrugged. "That depends on you"

I raised an eyebrow, bothered by his cryptic comment. "It does?"

He nodded. "Yeah"

I stared at Logan, tilting my head to the side. I guess the question of the hour is how this depends on me?

I stood in silence, confused. I can't decide if I want to ask Logan or just go with it.

"It's sink or swim, Matt" he said and I just looked at him. "Matt, we don't have all day"

I shrugged, not knowing what I'm supposed to say. I can't even tell if I'm alive or not. I don't understand. I don't think I want to understand.

I opened my mouth to speak, but close it again. Is it sinking?

Logan sighed and narrowed his eyes at me, like he knows what I'm thinking and disapproves. "Do you gave the will to fight? I don't think you have. I think you're a coward who'll take the easy way out"

How dare he?

I shook my head. "That's not true"

"If it wasn't, we wouldn't be here"

His words were a knife to the heart. I can feel it cut through and my chest tighten. "What the hell do you know?"

"I know your love for Y/N isn't enough for you to fight anymore. You know she deserves better and you're willing to give up"