Matthew Sturniolo Imagines 2

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- part 3 -
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In the days following the river incident, Y/N found herself back in her childhood room, surrounded by familiar objects that now felt foreign and distant. The atmosphere in the house had shifted once again, despite the momentary reconciliation at the riverbank.

Chris, Nick, and Matt had withdrawn into themselves, their interactions with Y/N limited to polite but distant exchanges. The wounds of the past had not healed as quickly as Y/N had hoped, and the weight of their lingering resentment hung heavy in the air.

Y/N sat on her bed, her thoughts swirling with a mix of sadness and frustration. She knew that her brothers still harbored deep-seated hurt over the broken trophy and her subsequent actions. Their forgiveness seemed like an elusive dream, just out of reach despite her desperate attempts to mend their fractured relationship.

She reached for her phone, scrolling through messages she had sent them over the past few days—apologies, expressions of love, and pleas for understanding—all met with lukewarm responses or stony silence. Each rejection cut deeper than the last, reinforcing her belief that she was undeserving of their forgiveness.

Outside her room, Chris, Nick, and Matt gathered to discuss their feelings, their voices hushed but tense.

"I just can't get over what she did," Chris admitted, his frustration evident in his tone. "It's like she doesn't even care about how much she hurt us."

Nick nodded solemnly, his brow furrowed with unresolved anger. "We gave her a chance, and she threw it away. How are we supposed to trust her again?"

Matt remained silent, staring out the window with a troubled expression. He knew that their strained relationship with Y/N was tearing their family apart, but he couldn't shake the bitterness and disappointment he felt towards her.

As the days turned into weeks, Y/N retreated further into herself, avoiding confrontations and tiptoeing around her brothers' simmering resentment. She threw herself into distractions—schoolwork, hobbies, anything to escape the suffocating tension that filled their home.

One evening, Y/N overheard a conversation between her brothers in the kitchen. Their voices were low, but their words were clear.

"I just don't know if I can forgive her," Chris confessed quietly, his voice tinged with sadness. "Not after everything."

Nick sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I want to move past this, but I don't know how."

Matt's voice was filled with regret. "Maybe we were too quick to expect things to go back to normal."

Y/N's heart sank as she listened to their words, the weight of their rejection crushing her spirit. She felt like an outsider in her own home, longing for the warmth and acceptance she had once taken for granted.

That night, Y/N lay awake in bed, her thoughts consumed by guilt and despair. She had hoped that their near-tragic encounter at the river would bring them closer together, but instead, it seemed to have widened the rift between them.

In the quiet darkness of her room, Y/N made a decision. With tears streaming down her face, she packed a bag with a few belongings and quietly slipped out of the house. She couldn't bear to stay in a place where she was no longer welcome, where every glance and interaction was a painful reminder of her mistakes.