You threw yourself onto your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks in rivers. The same thoughts repeated themselves in your mind:
Why? Why?! Why did this happen?
~~Earlier that evening~~
"Please Mattie! I begging you, don't go!"
"Don't try to stop me (f/n). I have to."
"Please! You're gone so long... I'm always afraid that you've died! That you've left me..."
"They couldn't kill me if I let them. And if I don't kick their asses back into place, those punks will start getting the wrong idea."
You let go of his shirt and backed away. Silent sobs racked your body as you looked him dead in the eye.
"I can't handle it anymore Mattie. I can't stand another night waiting by the door, hoping you don't come back seriously hurt. Please. Don't go."
He looked away, running a hand through his blond hair and adjusting his cracked glasses. He was unbelievably stubborn, but so were you. You didn't want another sleepless night driving yourself insane over the thought that he might be killed. It was taking a toll on you, and everyone you knew had been literally screaming at you to leave him and take care of yourself. But you couldn't. He was the only one who actually saw you for you, and you were the only one who had accepted him. You were both outcasts, and you were both in love with each other.
He looked at you one last time, and stepped out the door.
"I'm sorry (f/n)."
~~End of Flashback~~
That night had been spent worrying about him as usual. And by the morning, your eyes were bloodshot and tired. But that wasn't why you were crying.
He hadn't come home last night.
Every worst case scenario flooded your mind, reducing you to near hysteria. What would you do without him? The two of you had long been depending on and helping each other for years. If he was gone....
You had nothing.
Slamming your face into the pillow, you wailed out your despair, calling his name with every breath. The bed shook under your sobs, and you felt that you could die right then and there. You had absolutely no idea how much time had passed nor did you really care. Eventually though, you fell asleep, still crying.
Hands on your shoulders jerked you awake.
Matt was sitting on your bed, shaking you awake with a concerned expression. Aside from a few minor cuts and bruises, he seemed to be perfectly fine. Words left you and you threw yourself onto him, relief flooding your entire being.
"I thought... I thought I had lost you...."
He stroked your head, trying to calm you down.
"Look (f/n), I can't promise I won't fight, but I can promise one thing."
You looked up at him, confused. He pulled you closer to him, and whispered his words. You tried to speak, but were cut off when he pressed his lips against yours. You leaned into it, kissing him back heartily. Eventually he pulled away, only to embrace you again.
"I promise, that no matter what, I'll always come back to you.....(f/n)...."