Matthew's p.o.v (a/n: bet no one expected this)
I don't know what I did wrong and all I really want right now is to find her and apologize for fucking up whatever we might have, or could have had going. But you know what maybe I'm tired of being a push over. Maybe it's my turn to hurt someone. Maybe it's my turn to break hearts and leave someone wondering "what did I do..?"
I'm sick and fucking tired of letting myself get hurt. If she ran away that's her loss I won't chase her, I'm not a dog, and she's not a ball. And if she was hoping I would be less damaged than her then I'd hate to break it to her, but darling, I've got more cracks and flaws in me than the Grand Canyon.
But the only thing she left behind was this dull ache in my chest. Fuck it. She's not my Cinderella, or my Rapunzel, I won't be rescuing her from her tower anytime soon. Her hair isn't long enough for that bullshit anyways.
So I find the closest...girl-who-looks-like-she's-willing-to-put-out-in-a-heartbeat, pull her into the nearest janitors closet, and let her show me a feeling other than pain. I saw little miss princess on my way there. I felt pain. But I disguised that as...whatever you call holding the girls hand tighter and pulling her closer and quicker into the janitors closet. I don't even know this girls name. As I take off her shirt I feel disgusted with myself. I whisper to her being somewhat considerate to her feelings, "whatever you do, don't get attached."
And then she didn't quite make me forget. She just made me feel something other than pain.
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It's been awhile now hasn't it?
