bubbly person A x stern person B ship
10k on 13/7/2019!! ♡♡♡
Sara Atkins just wants to start anew. No Noah anymore. No food technology. No worries about love. She just needs a breeze of fresh air.
An opportunity presents itself when Sara finds out a...
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I smiled and felt much better already. The phone call had lifted my mood slightly and her instant reply had only strengthened that.
Sighing deeply, I climbed off the bed and put my phone into the pocket. I pounced around the door, pondering if I should actually go out again. However if I didn't go out and resolve this, I couldn't fly home - and I wanted to go home to Sara.
I opened the door.
Matthew stood there with his hand raised, in a knocking motion. His cheeks went red.
"Hey."
"H-Hey", he stumbled over his words. "I-I saw you run-run up to your room and I wanted to ... check if-"
"I'm better now", I told Matthew. "Needed a break."
The 20 year old, who was 2 years younger than Basti if he were still alive, seemed to compose himself. "I can't imagine what it's like for you. And I'm sorry this happened to you."
The boy looked down, clenching his fists. His face was angry, his eyes ... clouded.
"I often think-"
Oh no.
I know that sentence.
I knew those emotions.
I knew what it was like to take the blame.
My body moved on its own. My body placed my hands on his shoulders. My body made my mouth speak. "You aren't to blame, Matthew. It was their decision."
"But I destroyed your family!", he shouted, then jerked back with a terrified expression.
"You weren't the reason they argued. It had long ago started, over small things. I don't remember one evening where they weren't shouting at each other. My father had searched for a way to escape, then met your mother. They had planned their new life while my parents went through a divorce. He wanted a family with her, bought a home with her, all while dragging my mother to court to escape her tight grip."
"You ... don't sound as if you are fond of her."
"I'm not fond of anybody but my brothers", I dead-pan told him.
Matthew rubbed his arm. He looked to the ground. "Would you ... like to talk about it?"
I furrowed my brows perplexed.
"It's just ...", he had noticed my expression. His cheeks were red again. "I just think of you as my older brother. Dad told us so much about you, it just felt as if you were always there ... and you are just like ... I-I imagined you to be."
My furrowed brows softened. I glanced at his face, my hard expression loosening. "Let's sit down somewhere."
Matthew smiled at me. "We-we have a veranda! It also has an amazing view and-!"
