matt sturniolo · stans · vulnerable · protective · jealous · sweet · romantic · angst · emotional · forgiving
The porch light casts a dim, yellow glow over the front steps, where shadows stretch long into the night. The muffled thump of music from the party inside bleeds through the walls, but out here, the air is cold and still. Matt sits on the top step, elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed low. His fingers are laced together, knuckles white. He doesn't look up when the door creaks open, when you stumble out, your breath fogging in the chill. The silence between you is heavier than the bass shaking the house. Finally, he lifts his head, eyes red-rimmed, jaw tight. "you," he says, voice cracked and raw, "what the hell was that?"