Your Memes Are Just A Lie (Matt X Desi Fanfic)

Chapitre Onze

My phone buzzed with the daily text.

"It's plain to see

But I came to love you anyway

So you pulled my heart out

And I don't mind the bleeding

Any old time you keep me waiting

I got a love that keeps me waiting

I'm a lonely boy

Am I born to bleed?

Any old time you keep me waiting

I got a love that keeps me waiting. "

The Black Key's Lonely Boys. He always was a fucking hipster. In came another buzz from the phone. This one must've been in his own word. The daily Williams attempts. And I can't say that it didn't make my stomach clench, but I can't say it struck me like a boulder anymore either. I had a heartbreak in recovery.

"firstly, i just wanted u to know the song isn't romantic, but the lyrics are. i didn't do the things everyone said, but i'm guessing you know that now. i miss you. i just wanted to make sure you knew. i don't think u're still there anymore, reading these, you probably changed numbers, but in case you do i just want you to know that i still care. i just, i hope u're better. no tricks. just the truth. good luck with life. i'm not gonna give up."

I sighed, embedding myself in the pepe blanket i once used with him. I got up. I brushed my teeth in the lavatory room. I peeled off my clothes. I felt my numbness. I fell into a new set of clothes, there was no more sleeping in the same clothes from grief. I went to the counter, there was no more having Benito make you cereal. I poured froot loops and accepted the errored spelling as advertising, there was no more yelling at them all for being flavored the same. I sat down at the kitchen counter in a high chair and had my cereal. I glanced at flowers and chocolates and card after card after card in the trash solely to see if there was a new arrival. Rom-com after new rom-com sat in a pile in the corner of the kitchen, where Pastery had put it as a form of 'tough-love' psychology he was trying. All my favorite films, brand new, from who it's obvious.

"Bonjour Desi," Benito slipped into the kitchen. No more over-sleeping for Williams. "How are you?"

"I'm good." I replied back. It was the first time.

A smile landed on his face like a petal through the wind. "Je suis fier de toi." And as he went and made his own breakfast, offering to make me an egg that I accepted, I took out my phone. Pastery helped verbally. Hannah was always there for fun. Tossa gave me comfort. Dora gave me more assurance. Benito helped me health-wise, but there was still one person I needed to call for closure on choices.