it's been 6 hours and matt still isn't home. he never stays more than 5 hours at the studio. the anger subsided a while ago, and now all i do is worry.
i bite my lip and take out another cigarette, lighting it but my hand shakes, burning my finger.
"fuck!" i shout. i blow on my index finger, and put the cigarette in my mouth. i run my fingers through my hair, take out the cigarette, and exhale.
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102//m.h
Fanfiction1:02a.m. matty borrows a cigarette from a pretty girl just to talk to her. *lowercase intended
