is it over now? ;; matt sturniolo

xiii.

Natalie let out a weary sigh, her body sinking into the soft embrace of her childhood bed. With a gentle closing of her eyes, she surrendered herself to the vast expanse of her thoughts, like diving into the depths of an unfathomable ocean.

It had been an eternity since Natalie last set foot in Boston, or at least that's how it felt. The city held a bittersweet nostalgia, with every corner and street evoking memories of days long gone.

Yet, amidst the familiarity, there was a tinge of discomfort in her heart. The weight of the past seemed to linger in the air, reminding her of the person she used to be.

As Natalie found herself in the solitude of her childhood home, an overwhelming surge of emotions washed over her.

The familiar surroundings seemed to whisper untold stories and unfinished chapters, stirring a profound sense of melancholy within her.

It was as if the walls held the echoes of her past, and the weight of nostalgia threatened to bring tears cascading down her cheeks.

With each step she took through the streets of Boston, Natalie couldn't help but feel an eerie presence lurking in every corner. It was as if the city itself held a haunting grip on her, conjuring up the ghosts of her past.

The memories, once buried deep within, now resurfaced with a vengeance, casting a shadow over her every move.

The weight of those horrific experiences seemed to permeate the very air she breathed, leaving her feeling both unsettled and trapped in a web of haunting recollections.

Every single fragment of that experience remained etched in the depths of Natalie's memory. It was as if her mind had meticulously preserved every detail, capturing the sights, sounds, and emotions with unwavering clarity.

The recollection of that moment played out like a vivid tapestry, each thread interwoven with the tapestry of her consciousness, forever imprinted in her being.

Every aspect of her life seems to lead her back to Matt. It's as if the universe conspires to intertwine their paths, weaving a complex tapestry of interconnected moments and experiences.

From the smallest details to the grandest revelations, everything she knows serves as a constant reminder of their bond, an inescapable gravitational pull that draws her back to him.

Natalie's heart ached with the weight of every tear she shed, every battle they weathered in the span of mere minutes, every shared laughter, and every inside joke they cherished. It was as if the essence of their connection was woven into the fabric of her being, an intricate tapestry of emotions and memories that she longed to hold onto.

The depth of her longing encompassed not only the grand moments but also the smallest nuances of their shared existence.

The ache that consumed Natalie was not merely for the loss of what once was, but for the stark contrast between the past and the present.

In the depths of her longing, she yearned for the days before that fateful moment when she witnessed him locked in an intimate embrace with another girl. It was as if that single act shattered the very foundation of their relationship, leaving her longing for the innocence and blissful ignorance that defined their connection before that heartbreaking day.

The echoes of his words lingered in Natalie's mind, reverberating with the weight of unfulfilled promises.

He spoke of forever, a pledge that held the power to shape their future. Yet, the shattered fragments of that commitment now left her questioning his intentions.

How could he betray the very vow he made, casting doubt upon the foundation of trust they had built?

He pinky promised.