Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)

You Are The Rustling Of Leaves, You Are That Honeysuckle Breeze.

Archer.

"Ehm, would you fancy putting that into water?" Matty cocked his head slightly at me, I was pacing around the room frantically, with a carton of concentrated frozen lemonade in one hand and a babyish spoon in the other.

"No, you're going to have to deal with my comfort food whether you like it or not, I refuse to change my ways for you." A spoonfull of the icy flakes was shovelled into my mouth subconciously, his eyes were on me. I was focused on the sour sensation swirling around on my tastebuds.

"I'm in no position to pass judgement, go on then." He gestured for me to bring another pile of the thin shards of ice to my benumbed mouth, and so I did exactly that. I ran my tongue across my gums unwillingly, the cursed white powder I was so infatuated with crossing my mind for the fifth time in one day.

"Matty," I stopped walking, turning to carry out my sentence to him. "Hmm?" His eyes were glued to his phone, and if I weren't fiending it wouldn't have infuriated me so deeply. "Look at me," I said sternly, my hands freezing from the cardboard container in my hand. His gaze momentarily flickered between myself and his phone before setting his phone down and doing exactly what I'd told him to do.

I stared at him blankly, not able to put together any of the jumbled thoughts clouding my mind. "Archie, you're not looking so well, something wrong?" I nodded in response, my eyes pleading with him. "I've got to go, I'm going to have a panic attack, I need my xanax." My hand found its way to his kitchen counter, where I placed the lemonade before walking quickly towards the door.

I looked down at my sock-clad feet, suddenly realizing that I had yet to put my shoes on. Getting myself onto the ground was a task if it's own, I was half way through tying my second shoe when Matty disappeared from the room, furthering my state of panic.

"Matty?" I called, standing up and searching the area. "Hold on, Archie, come here," I followed his rasp-ridden voice into his bathroom, studying the figure stood in front of me. He held an open translucent orange pill bottle in one hand, taking my own hand in the other. Matty gently placed the pill bottle diagonally against my palm, and I watched as a small white tablet rolled out.

It was all too familiar, the tiny engraved number two on one side, and the 5 letters spelling out 'xanax' on the opposite. "Thank you," I whispered to him, putting in my mouth and accepting the previously opened water bottle he was offering. "Thank you," I repeated, finding that saying it twice felt better.

**

Matthew.

Looking at Archer sat on the tile of my bathroom floor -cradling the plastic bottle I'd given her- made my heart unwillingly flutter.

She was so beautiful yet so unaware of it, I knew that rationally, this wasn't the greatest time to cherish her angelic features, but I couldn't help admiring the sight of this perfect being whom was a stranger to me, not even a month ago. If I hadn't met her outside of that painfully dull building, would we have crossed paths on the streets of such a buzzing city?