masterpiece || matthew espinosa

XIV

SONG: pillow talk - zayn Malik

Where was Matthew? Everyone noticed his lack of attendance. Wouldn't he tell me if he's not going to be here? I'm so confused.

"Where is he?" Bobby asked. I was startled as she snaked around me. I shrugged, "I'm not exactly sure. He might just be late." I offered. She scoffed, "He probably left this shit of a town. Got away from you and went off to LA to be famous."

He wouldn't do that would he?

He became distant the pass few days. . .

me: Where r u?
read: 12:46 am

If he leaves me in read. Did he leave? Oh my god he did. He left. "Barry!" I yelled running down the crowded hall. "Barry, Wait!" The large boy turned around, another person towering over me. Why are Matthews team mates so large?

"Hey, Evangeline." His deep voice said. "Where Matthew? I know you know where he is." He swallowed, "he's sick." I slapped his arm, "Bullshit."

"Alright, alright. He left the state, ma'am." My mouth lipped the words I wanted to say but no sound came out. "Wha- huh- wait- why did he leave?"

"Tour wanted him, he went for it."

I wanted to cry. I tried so hard to be something he wanted. He leaves me for a tour. I guess when better things come around he ditches.

(A/n one month skip, just because this story has become shit & it's time to end this.)
June 14th

Graduation day. Never thought I'd make it but here I am. Ugly cape thing, but I'm done with school. I don't have to do this anymore. I don't have to look at the field remembering my kiss with Matthew.

I was still heart broken over never seeing Matthew again. He just left me. . . Graduation day, don't think about Matthew.

Just walk on the stage and take your diploma. I did so, hearing the crowd clap. They had no idea in hell who I was.

That's alright.

I just wanted out of here. I leave for college which happens to be in La. California institution Of Arts today right after this. My mom understood why I wanted out of here so quickly.

After I graduated, I went home and packed my things, heading to the airport.

"This is it." My mom said already tearing up. "You'll come and visit me every once in a while?" I asked, she nodded eagerly, "Of course. Once every month." My mom handed me Cameos leash. "Don't forget to feed he dog." I started crying. "I love you, mom. Thank you for everything."

"Your my princess. I love you." I had to leave. I had Cameo with me so I had comfort. After security I waited at my terminal waiting to get on the plane.

The sky outside looked like the painting that was sitting in the chair next to me. The one I had spent months on, the one I spent endless nights on. The one I made for Matthew. . .

"Evangeline?"

Cameos head snapped to the voice, my head stayed in place. "Matthew." My breath became unsteady.

"Flight Four twenty three from Virginia too Los Angeles will be boarding now." Thank you God.

I started liking my stuff in my arms. "That's me, I have to go."

His eyes were on the painting. "That's for you. There's a letter on the back if you want to read it. But I do have to go."

I brushed past him leaving him to the painting I had loved so much, now just hate to look at it.

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