I woke up to see the sun coming in through the window. I sat up and ran my hand through my hair, untangling the knots. I knew I needed a shower but my stomach grumbled, signaling that the shower would have to wait.
I got off the bed and fixed my clothes, which was the same I had on yesterday. The black shirt, black jeans, and black combat boots. Everything but the cloak. My eyes wandered around the room and found the cloak hanged on a small wardrobe.
The door creaked open as I left the room and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen was simple. It had a small stove (powered by wood or coal), a table of four, and a cabinet. No fridge. I looked through the cabinet and pulled out a loaf of bread and a a small jar with jam.
I struggled to get the lid off the jar. It seemed to be stuck.
"Need help?" I gasped and almost dropped the jar.
I turned around and saw the man -Matt- standing by the doorway.
"Yea." I breathed. I handed him the jar and he popped it open, looking at me from the corner of his eye.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," he said and handed the now open jar back to me, "I'm not used to someone being here."
"Doesn't, uhm, what about Cruven?" I asked him.
"No. He doesn't live here. He lives more in the town. I don't think you noticed because you were passed out when I brought you here. We're a little away from town." he said.
I nodded. "Do you want some breakfast?" I asked motioning to the bread with jam I was making.
He made a weird face. "Sure." he said slowly.
I narrowed my eyes at him and started making us both some bread with jam. He walked over to a cabinet and took out two plates, putting them besides me.
"Why'd you make that face?" I asked him. I finished the bread and placed one in each plate.
"What face?" he was leaning on the counter next to me and avoided meeting my eyes.
"That one you made when I asked if you wanted some bread." I said. "What was it?"
Matt shook his head. "A memory." was all he said.
We sat on the table and started eating breakfast. It was silent as we ate.
"What do you do here exactly?" I asked him. "Do you have jobs?"
"No. They're not really necessary since everyone has their own food. Money doesn't really matter here." he said and took a bite of his bread.
"Your own food?" I asked. I also took a bite of my bread and discovered that the jam was made of grapes.
"Mmhm. My crops and stuff are on the back." he said and motioned to a door which I assumed led to the back "yard" of the house.
"Really?"
"Yea. Here, I'll show you." he put his chair back and got up. I followed his actions and he walked over to me.
His hand grabbed mine and he started walking to the door. I was shocked but decided not to say anything. He stopped abruptly and dropped my hand.
"I, uhm...I'm sorry." he said and slightly dropped his head, bringing his hand to rub the back of his neck.
"It's okay." I whispered. He looked over to me and I gave him a small reassuring smile.
He started walking again and I followed him. He opened the door and stepped out. I did the same.
The crops made up a garden. From what I saw, there were many vegetables, including carrots, tomatoes, and others. I also saw that he was growing wheat and some fruit, like grapes and strawberries. I also saw an apple tree.
"So you're a farmer?" I asked.
He smiled lightly and revealed his dimples. "Something like that."
My heart warmed when he smiled. "That's the first time I see you smile." I told him. "It's really beautiful."
He looked over at me and the smile left his face. His expression was pained and he turned to look at the sky.
I did the same, taking in the bright sun and clear sky. "Today seems like a nice day." I said, trying to change the subject. I wonder why he looked hurt when I mentioned his smiled. Maybe it was a memory like earlier.
"It's weird actually." he said.
"Weird?"
"Usually it's dark and cloudy. It's never like this."
"Wow."
"Yea. And it's weird that the weather improved the day after you got here."
"It must be a coincidence."
"Maybe." he said.
I looked down at my hands. Something about what he said gave me goosebumps. My eyes were wandering over my hands and wrists when I saw a big scar going vertically down my right wrist.
"What the fuck?" I said.
Matt turned around and saw what I was looking at. He quickly grabbed my arm and inspected my wrist. His warm fingers went over the raised skin, giving me even more goosebumps. I looked at his face to see his reaction.
He wasn't looking at me, he was still concentrated on my scar, but I could see him frown. His jaw clenched and he looked up at me with angry eyes.
"What happened?" he asked me.
"I don't know..." I whispered.
He abruptly let go of my arm and ran inside the house. I stayed shocked at how mad he got but rushed after him.
Next to the room I had slept in, there was a door. I assumed that was him room and that he was in there. I walked up to it and knocked on the door.
"Matt? Are you okay?" I asked.
Something hit the door and I jumped back. Something else hit the wall and was followed by something shattering to the floor.
"Matt!" I pounded at the door and tried to open it. The door wouldn't budge. "Matt please..."
The commotion stopped and silence filled the house. I tried opening the door again, and this time it creaked open.
I found him sitting on a bed that was similar to the one from the other room. The head board was pushed up to a wall towards the left of the room. There were things thrown all over the floor. What looked like a mirror had been destroyed and pieces of glass were scattered on the floor.
Matt had his head in his hands with his back towards me. His whole body looked tense.
I stepped over the mess and made my way towards him. I stood behind him and took a seat next to him. I hesitated but finally decided to put my hand on his shoulder. He seemed to relax.
"I'm sorry." he said.
"Don't be."
"I shouldn't have acted that way. I shouldn't have scared you like that."
"It's okay Matt. Really."
"I just...I need her." his voice cracked towards the end.
"Who?"
"In the other world I had a fiancé. I left her and I can't seem to function without her."
"I'm sure she misses you as much as you miss her."
"That's the thing," he said and his voice rose a little, "she doesn't even remember me."
I stayed quit. There was a small silence before I heard him sniff.
"Fuck." he said. I looked over at him and saw him wipe a tear away.
I don't know what got into me, but seeing him cry moved me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. He tensed back up at first but then he seemed to relax. Slowly, he hugged me back.
"It'll be okay." I mumbled. My head was buried in his chest as if he was comforting me. He had his chin place on top of my head. "It has to be."
"I miss you..." he whispered. It was so sweet to see how much he loved her.
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:D YAY! UPDATE!
I'd be really touched if I saw Matt cry. Imagine... I would try to comfort him as much as I could!