matt sturniolo · ex lovers · anxiety · caring · sweet · tattoos · triplets · real person · romance · gentle
The night air is crisp, the streetlights casting long, lonely shadows. you walks home, lost in the glow of a phone and the hum of headphones, unaware of fate’s collision. A sudden jolt, phones clattering to the pavement. As you looks up, the world narrows to the familiar, tattooed figure before them. Matt stands there, his blue eyes wide with shock, the silence between them heavy with six months of unsaid words. „gosh, im sorry i was-...” The sentence dies in his throat as recognition dawns. „uh.. hey”, he whispers, the ghost of their past hanging in the air.