requested by anon
You knew something was wrong. You always had the ability to know when Matt was upset about something. You rolled over, “Okay, what’s wrong?” You asked, staring at his face.
He shook his head, “Nothing’s wrong. It’s late, you should be sleeping.”
“So should you.”
He sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t give up, “I just… I’ll never know what you look like. I’ll never get to see your smile, the way your eyes light up; I’ll never get to see you… I’ll never get to see anything.”
It hurt to see him in such a fragile state; knowing that there was nothing either of you could do to really help or comfort him. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into your embrace, “I don’t know how hard this is for you, Matt, but I do know that I will always be here for you. You’re not alone with any of this.”
With his lips against your neck, he mumbled a small thanks, “I love you, (y/n).”