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Wounded bird- PruCan

~Note: Yes, this one-shot is angst, so if you do not like, do not proceed, it does have a happy conclusion though!~

"Don't you get it? I hate you! I never want to see you in my life again!"

"But I told you-"

"I don't care you stupid cheater!"

Matthew had tears pricking at his eyes and a small sob escaped his lips as he ran away. Why was he running away? It was his house... He had been dating Gilbert for three months now, he was infamous for cheating and being unfaithful, but Matthew saw the good in him, Matthew gave him a chance.

But he was wrong.

The other day he found Gilbert in one of the high school janitor's closets making out with Natasha (Belarus), Ivan's sister. Matthew couldn't stand looking at him after that. Alfred had offered beating him up, but Matthew didn't want to hurt Gilbert. He was lying; he couldn't even hate the guy. In fact, Matthew hated himself for not being good enough. This was the best relationship he'd ever had. Gilbert made him feel wanted, he made him feel worthy and... he made Matthew feel like he wasn't invisible. Was it all faked?

Mathew turned into an alley and broke down crying at the thought. He lived in a busy city area; so frankly, if he got mugged right now it would be one of the better things to happen in the day. Matthew had really gotten worse than ever in these last two weeks after the break-up, he already had a history with self-harm but it became worse. Both of his arms were full of marks of razors that had been dragged across his skin, and it got to the point where Alfred had to visit daily to cook and watch Matthew and stop him from picking at his wounds. He tried to talk about it, but no one ever understood. It was just the feeling of not deserving better, of being too worthless to matter, it was Matthew's one problem, and it always drove him over the edge.

He was like a wounded bird. He really couldn't help himself, he felt weak, he felt stupid and he was hurt.

He felt like there was nothing he could do.

The blonde wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his red jacket and just sat in the alley, watching nothing as his mind went numb. He really had no reason to do anything anymore; he couldn't find his motivation again. Then he heard footsteps approaching quickly and go into the alley. It was him.

"Matthew!"

"What..."

"I'm sorry! I swear I am, will you please hear me out!"

"I have nothing else to do, so go on..."

Matthew sighed, and even though he couldn't feel anything, he felt tears start rolling down his cheeks again.

"Natasha tossed herself onto me; I wasn't the one who started it! Ivan apologized to me and got Natasha to apologize as well, I wasn't okay with it! You can ask them! Please, Matthew, I know you've been getting worse, I love you, you're the strongest and most awesome person I know, please..."

Gilbert bent down to Matthew's level and Matthew felt a surge of emotions as he saw how honest and regretful Gilbert's eyes were, staring straight into his.

"I know I don't deserve it, but please... forgive me."

Matthew practically launched himself into Gilbert's arms and started sobbing into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting your shirt wet.."

"Please don't apologize birdie, it's me who needs to make it up to you-"

Gilbert helped up Matthew and dusted him off. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Matthew's neck as he hugged him and held is hand.

"-now, what about heading back home, making some hot chocolate and cuddling?"

"That sounds really nice boo-bear."

Gilbert smiled as he heard the nickname after what seemed like forever and held Matthew's hand even tighter as they walked back home together. There'd be a long road ahead of them, but with Gilbert at his side, Matthew could surely fly and move on, after his wounds had healed, once again. 

~I hope you all liked it! Please vote and comment and I'll make sure to update in the future! Also, I apologize for any typos!~