stereotype - matt sturniolo

❥ 𝒾 𝒹ℴ𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝑔ℴ

𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑶𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬
(ง'̀-'́)ง

Four fucking months.

It's been that long. Violets been dead for that long.

It's now somewhere near the middle of July, and the triplets have been having constant sleepovers with their friends.

(BHAHAHAH PLEASE IGNORE ALL THE WRONG DATES ITS JUST RANDOM DATES THAT I CANT PROPERLY CONTROL LMFAO IM BAD AT DATES ALR)

Matt felt like shit...more than he ever had.

Everyone around him...was acting like nothing happened.

It took barely a week for everyone to go back to normal, totally forgetting Violets existence.

But not Matt.

He's still not over it.

He's pretty sure he'll never get over it.

--

Matt had went up to his room around an hour ago.

Before he went up, he was sitting downstairs with his family but he was getting tired and sad, so he went upstairs.

So he's now watching a movie in his room, and suddenly his house went dead silent.

It was insane.

Matt was getting worried before he got a message on his phone.

--

dickhead #1
Matt were out for a sec dw
We'll be back in like an hour

dickhead #2
oh alr
sys

dickhead #3
yeah ttyl
<3

dickhead #1
<3
read by everyone

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Matt sighs loudly, putting his phone down and continuing to watch his movie.

He wasn't really paying attention to it, though.

He was just thinking.

Overthinking.

His eyes were still fixated on the screen as they dropped tears, but his mind was somewhere else.

He quickly got snapped out of it when he heard the front door slam shut.

...

They were gonna be gone for an hour.

They haven't even been gone for ten minutes...

Who the fuck is in Matt's house?

Matt was honestly too numb and careless to even move to defend himself.

If it was a robber, they could rob his whole house and he wouldn't move.

If it was a killer, he'd gladly let his life be taken right now.