End Of Me -Matt Sturniolo-

Chapter 48

Matt's POV

Some souls instantly click. Whether you're lovers, best friends, soulmates, or something so special that words cant quite explain it. You accept this person for everything they are, and they would never let you be anything other than your beautiful imperfect self. These are the souls you encounter and just know in the very first moment that you were supposed to cross paths. Their presence makes you feel safe and calm, like you are home whenever you're with them. They are without a doubt the most special person you've had the privilege to know. No distance, time, or person could come between the bond you share. Because life is simply better with them. Whatever form they may come in, these souls are your happy place, your comfort, your sunshine, your everything, and you genuinely could not imagine life without them in it.

These are the words I think to myself when I am reminded of the people in my life. Not only my loving family but also my friends. My girlfriend, and my girlfriends family. I mean I don't know how I got so lucky. I must have been a damn saint in my past life because what did I ever do to deserve this.

I like to think that I am good with words. That I can write beautifully about my feelings for her, and have it make perfect sense. But that's not always true. My feelings for her are raw and honest. I am striving to put them into words but I fall everytime I look into her eyes. Because I have never been lucky enough to capture the kind of love I see there.

And only now do I realize why she leaves me speechless.

I watch her bundled up on the couch as I brew a pot of coffee for the two of us. I can imagine a lifetime of this. Waking up next to her, making coffee, having morning chats forever because she is my forever.

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Scarletts POV

"Is the coffee any good?" He asks as I take a sip.

"No" I lie as I place the mug on the coffee table in front of me.

He shakes his head and sits next to me on the couch. "Come here" he laughs.

"What?"

"Come here."

"No. Why? Are you planning to steal my seat? Back off it took me ages to warm it up-" I don't get to finish the sentence. Because he picks me up and lifts me across his lap.

This is new.

For a moment, my spine stiffens and my muscles tense in surprise. But its very brief because he is so comforting. Way cozier than my stupid spot on the couch.

I watch his facial features soften as the light in his eye shifts. He lifts his right hand to move a strand of my hair that has become stuck to my forehead and places it behind my ear.

Suddenly, the rain which has been lightly falling begins to pick up speed. I close my eyes getting lost in the sound, the feel of the warmth radiating off of him, and th peace that spreads through my body.

I feel Matt get closer, and I open my eyes to find him mere inches away. I suck in a breath as he cups my face, bringing us closer still. In a matter of seconds, his lips touch mine and my eyes close once more. His lips continue their exploration, gently at first and then unyieldingly stronger. His hands move from my face to my lower back as he pulls me toward him, closing whatever space was left between us. One of his hands remains on my hip, while the other travels the length of my side, and settles on the side of my neck. He presses our lips closer together, holding on to me like i'm his lifeline.

I move one hand from the collar of his shirt to the back of his neck and into his hair. I want to burn every texture into my fingertips.

I feel his lips pull apart from mine before he whispers, "You're stunning, do you know that?" His voice softens and he moves his hand toward my hair, stroking it away from my face, his gaze thoughtful as he stares at me. "You try to hide it, but there's no use. You're fucking beautiful Scar."

I feel myself melt into a boneless puddle.

His words wrapped around me like a soft blanked.

I feel stunned.

When we break apart I realize then, in a moment that terrifies me, I want this, forever. I want my forever to be with him. Him and I is all I need in this stupid little life of mine.

It's been 5 days just the two of us in my cold empty november house.

5 days of me and him and nobody else. Whoever let two teenagers be alone together with no supervision is a mad man.

My parents should just be glad I didn't throw project x while they have been away. I just think its a bit strange how they haven't texted or called in the week and a half they've been gone.

My phone vibrates on the couch pulling me out of my trance. I grab it to see a text displayed across the screen from my mom.

I feel my heart drop, my pulse fade away as my eyes frantically read the message.

"Scarlett sweetie, your grandma is in the hospital."