drifted | M.R.

025 | my fault

trigger warning: anxiety attack
word count: 742

Mattheo felt his eyes water, pulling the girl in closer. His heart swelled when he heard those words. Her arms tightened around his neck, digging herself into him.

To Brooke it always shocked her because when she met him he was, and still kinda is, a cold hearted killer. But whenever he was with her, he was soft, gentle and caring. It was always confusing because she didn't know who he truly was. The more she hung out with him and got to know who he was, she figured out he was just a broken boy he needed someone to lean on.

He smiled into her neck, never wanting to let her go. The door opened, causing them to shift but not let each other go. Daphne opened it, smiling softly with a hand on her stomach. Brooke felt herself slowly falling away at the sight. As much as she knew Daphne would be a great mother, it hurt her.

"Hey, we are making lunch. What would you guys like?" Brooke shook her head, looking at the ground.

"I'm not hungry." She whispered it, starting to pick at her fingers.

"She'll have grilled cheese, I'll have one too." Mattheo smiled, watching as Daphne nodded and shut the door. Mattheo pulled the girl and sat her down on the bed, pulling her hands into his lap. He tilted her chin up, his thumb stroking her cheek gently. "Why won't you eat?"

"Because." She said softly, tears filling her eyes. Mattheo wiped the tears as they fell, a light laugh leaving his lips.

"That's always your reason when you don't wanna talk about it. Why don't you wanna talk about it?" He said softly, pulling the girl into his lap and still stroking her cheek.

"Daphne...she's pregnant." She mumbled, a gentle cry falling from her lips.

"I know, sweetheart." He moved hair behind her ear so it didn't get stuck to her face because he knew she hated that feeling. "And I know it hurts. A lot. But one day, we will have a little baby too. I know it won't be Mila but she's always watching over us." He smiled softly, fighting tears of his own.

"But wouldn't that hurt her little heart? If her mum moved on?" Mattheo shook his head, kissing her hair and then rubbing her side.

"I think she'll be so happy her mama is better. I think she wants to be forgotten, even though we never will. Maybe there was a good reason she didn't come to the world. Maybe someone was protecting her."

She watched him for a little while, her tears drying slowly. The world was no longer spinning, it was slowing down. She didn't feel like it was ending. She nodded slowly, her mind silencing. She let her head fall to his chest, curling against him. He hugged her tightly. Her body was in a ball, curled against her safe place.

He kissed her hair and leaned back, lifting the blanket over their bodies.

•••

She soon fell asleep, making him put her on the bed and get up. He started cleaning up her room quietly, making sure the vodka bottles were gone. He cleaned it out, going downstairs and threw the bags away. He saw Theodore, Enzo and Draco sitting on the couch, causing him to go over and sit down across from them.

"How's Cookie?" Enzo smiled, hope filling his eyes. He was really hoping that having him back would help her.

"I think she's doing alright. She started crying because she was scared of moving on." He said as he picked at his pants.

"Yeah, that's definitely a fear of hers." Draco said softly. When they heard a loud sob, Mattheo was already up, running up the stairs. He opened the door to their room and saw Brooke in Belles arms, shaking and crying. She hadn't looked up so she didn't know he was in the doorway.

"He left again!" Brooke sobbed, her body shaking in her best friend's arms.

Mattheo felt his heart shatter.

She looked up when Belle kinda nudged her and she rushed out, throwing herself onto Mattheo and hugging him tightly. The boy jerked back a little, still holding onto her tightly. Belle got up, Enzo wrapping his arms around her waist. Tears leaked out his eyes, hugging her tighter.

All he could think about was the fact he did this.