Matt laid sprawled out on his bed. Someone could mistake him as being asleep the way his chest rose and fell so lightly almost unnoticeable. That was if they didn’t look closer at him which most people probably wouldn’t. However if they did they would see the open and empty bottle of pills laying in his open palm.
Techie looked like hell. There was dried vomit all over him, the bags under his eyes had also developed bags, and his eyes were red-rimmed from more than just allergies and rust. He’d been sobbing from terror out in the hallway. A world without Matt wasn’t a world he wanted to live in at all. Techie clenched his jaw and asked with a wavering, broken voice, “Wh-What the f-f-fuck, Matt?” He drew nearer and placed his forehead on Matt’s shoulder, taking a shaky breath.
“I can’t lose you, M-Mattie. Please… don’t d-do that ever again.”
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