He stood there trembling, he had been walking his way back home, but now as he stood on a sad desolate corner on the edge of town. He decided it was time to end it. He was just given a hand gun to go with his new handgun license. He removed the revolver from his book bag he carried. It was enough now he'd had enough. His best friend had killed himself just a few weeks previous and Matthew was quite distraught losing the only other person who shared what he saw as a disability. He was the only other one who he knew that was deaf, losing him was hard...
He knew now that he had nothing to live for. He truly didn't. Today, his life would change, to escape the abuse Matthew decided that killing himself was the only way out, his get out of jail free card. For a moment he wondered how his older brother Alfred would feel, he'd probably lose it too... He was too full of himself to do what Matthew was plotting.
"Matthew?" you asked behind him, though you knew it was probably useless knowing he wouldn’t have his hearing aids in if he were going to do something so irrational. Your guess was right; his shoulders shuddered as he brought the gun to his temples cocking the gun. You let out a sharp scream and dive at the frail framed Canadian tackling him to the ground.
“Matthew Williams!” You cry in agony, (e/c) orbs filling with tears. “Mattie, stop, don’t do this!”
~*~*~
Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
~*~*~
You tremble shakily as you shake the Canadian, “What’s wrong with you!” you ask shaking the poor boy. Matthew looks at you, trembling, shaking, like he was dead petrified of something that you weren’t sure of. You look at him, your (h/l) (h/c), hair messy from running and tackling the boy.
“I… I can’t t-take it anymore (Name)” He whimpered. Your eyes widen, “Matthew, what’s wrong love? Please you can’t leave me Matthew!” You cried. You shook the small Canadian before pulling him into a straddled hug.
“Don’t talk like that Matthew, please why didn’t you come to me!?” you sobbed. The boy looked at you and pouted, didn’t speak.
“You were too busy to have to deal with me,” Matthew whispered; making your heart shatter into billions of pieces. You looked at him and pulled him closer to you.
“Sh-shut up damnit,” you cried and clung to him.
~*~*~
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry
~*~*~
Never on this planet would you or could you be where Matthew wasn’t the most important person in your life. There was no one who was more important. After the death of his best friend, the death of your boyfriend; he’d been torn up, and hadn’t gotten over it. You missed Ivan as much as anyone, except Matthew. He could never miss anyone more than how much he missed that Russian. You knew the Canadian better than anyone, and you knew how broken up and torn he was without Ivan around.
You removed your backpack and hugged Matthew wrapping the thick Ivory scarf that Ivan had given you on his and your one and a half year anniversary. You had bought Ivan a new scarf for Christmas the year previous and he had given this one to you for your anniversary. You knew how much it meant to Ivan, which meant; it meant that same value to Matthew. Besides, you had his jacket and that was your safety blanket.
