Matthew was woken up by the sound of his doorbell ringing multiple times.
His eyes opened to see his alarm clock; 3:48 p.m. Was that even right? Probably, he thought. Sadly, he could sleep forever, sometimes he wished he did.
The man collected himself as he uncovered his body, a rush of cold air hitting his skin. Last night, he slept in only his boxers; he figured that was enough clothes to wear just for answering the door.
He brought his hands up to rub up and down his arms in an attempt to warm himself as he stood up. Even as trashed as his home was, he could make his way through the house; out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the living room.
After just the small walk through his apartment, Mat found himself fully awake. Of course, now, he realized the doorbell stopped ringing; he could've crawled back into bed, but yet he didn't.
Once the man was at the front door, he opened it and stood to the side. No one was there, only flowers.
Broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
They were gross, he thought, but he couldn't leave them on the door step. He bent down to pick up the flowers by the clear vase, closed the door behind him, and then walked into the kitchen. After placing them on the counter, he took a moment to look at them.
Yes, they were definitely dead and about to be thrown out. As his fingers carded through the disgusting flowers, he noticed an envelope inside of it; he pulled it out of the Deadroses.
Matty; was displayed on the envelope in beautiful handwriting. It looked so familiar to him, it was probably someone he fucked in the past. Hopefully, it wasn't anyone that stayed attached to him after barely a night together.
Mat looked at both sides of the white envelope before sliding it open, probably giving him a paper cut that he was going to feel later on. Pulling out a letter, he dropped the envelope on the counter, then placed the letter on the side of it.
He turned to face the island in the middle of the kitchen to jump on it, letting his legs hang off the edge as he sat down. The man picked up the tri-folded letter again, finally opening it.
Dear Matty,
I hated you when we fell out of love, and I believe that's the most important thing.
We were so in love, Matty, and I remember it all. You bought me everything I could have wanted, and that's how much you loved me back. You wanted me to have everything, and I did. I never realized how heartbroken I was until I went home. You were my everything, I lost my everything.
A week later was when I truly fell out of love with you, I didn't feel anything at all. That's what I believe is important. Thank you, you broke us up before I could end up in a happy world as the most unhappy person. You saved us, that's the most beautiful thing about these flowers.
The dead roses I bought you represent something, and that thing is us. Look at those flowers. Ugly, aren't they? They represent you and I. When they were in the ground- us being together- they were at their most beautiful point. Once they were cut- the point we started to fall out of love. They were still beautiful, we can't argue there. The flowers didn't realize that they were dying, it just slowly happened.
This is our love now. Dead flowers. We'll both regrow to beautiful roses once again when we fall in love again. But with other people.
That hurt Mat more than their actual breakup did.
