Matt's P.O.V
I step inside the house, to see that no one has noticed. I sigh. Typical. Alfred walks past me, and sees my depressed expression.
"Aw dude, what's wrong?" He asks, concerned. I smile, but it quickly turns into a frown.
"You know that girl that I introduced to you, when we made that huge mess in the kitchen?"
"Oh, yeah! (Y/n), right? She seemed pretty cool. What happened?" Al asks, concern in his blue eyes.
"Alfred? Aren't you a little old to have an imaginary friend?" Arthur asks from the living room. Well, screw you, Arthur Kirkland, go die in a hole, I thought. I scowled. Alfred noticed.
"Matthew is not my imaginary friend, he's your son." Al snaps. Arthur narrows those caterpillars on his face, and sharply reprimands him.
"I do not like your tone of voice, mister. Go to your room, and come out when you learn better behavior." Al rolls his eyes, and stomps upstairs. He motions me to follow him. We get up to his incredibly messy room, and sit on the bed.
"Anyway, we have been dating, and (y/n) got hit by a car, and is in a coma." I tell him. His blue eyes widen in shock, and he hugs me. A few tears slip out from under my glasses.
"I understand dude. Tell you what, how about I come with you to the hospital tomorrow, and we can visit her together." He suggests. I look at him.
"Really? That would mean so much to me. Thanks, Al." I say, smiling happily. But, once again, I turns into a frown. When will I ever be truly happy?
The next day...
Your P.O.V
I'm sitting up in bed, looking out the window, fiddling with my thumbs. I hope that Matt will come. I need to see him, and tell him the news. The door opens, and it reveals Matt, and Alfred.
"Hey, dudette! Me and Matt dropped by to see ya." The loud American yells. I smile, glad that at least SOMEONE cares about my well-being. Matt walks up to my bed, and envelops me in a bear hug, but gentler. He pulls back, and smiles, pushing a (h/c) lock of hair out of my face.
"Listen, Matt..." I start. I told Jamie that I wanted to tell Matt myself that I couldn't move. "Both of my legs are paralyzed permanently." His expression was that of a kicked puppy's, round, sorrowful eyes, and and innocent face.
"Wh-what? Paralyzed? Permanently?" He asks, shocked. Alfred puts his hand on my shoulder, and gives it a light squeeze.
"Dudette, we'll get through this together. I'm going to give you two some space." He says, leaving the room. Matt strokes my hair, as I grab his wrist. I try to give him a reassuring smile, but it fades as soon as it came.
"(Y/n), I'll still love you, no matter what the injury. I will be with you, every step of the way, and nothing will get in between us." Says Matt, grabbing both of my hands, and looking deep into my (e/c) eyes. Nothing but truth and loyalty reflects in his violet ones, and my heart lurches. I look down from his serious gaze.
"I'm scared, Matt. What if I die?" I ask, tears pooling inside my eyes.
"Hey." He lifts up my chin. "Don't think like that. I told you, no matter what, I will still be here, and will continue to love you." At that, he presses his lips against mine, making one of the sweetest kisses I have received from him. I pull away.
"I love you, Matthew."
