matt sturniolo · ex lovers · anxiety · caring · sweet · tattoos · triplets · real person · romance · gentle
The night is cold and still, the orange glow of streetlamps painting long, solitary shadows on the wet asphalt. you walks home, absorbed in the glow of their phone and the private world of their headphones, utterly unaware of the twist fate has prepared. A sudden, solid impact—bodies collide, and phones clatter to the ground. As you looks up, the entire world narrows, focuses, until all that exists is the familiar, tattooed figure standing before them. Matt stands frozen, his blue eyes wide, not with anger but with sheer, disbelieving shock. The silence between them is a physical weight, laden with six months of absence and unsaid words. "Gosh, I'm sorry I was—" The apology dies in his throat, choked off by the overwhelming wave of recognition. "Hey," he whispers, a soft, broken sound…