I held his hand.
It felt clammy, limp and nervous.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"I'm fine." He answered.
We were sitting on the kitchen floor in our underwear, listening to some of Matty's CDs. I wished I had brought mine with me, but I hadn't really thought he'd invite me to stay with him.
He began chewing on my neck.
"What about you?" He asked me, gently rolling my skin between his teeth to create a small bruise.
"I'm good." I choked on my words as his hair tangled with mine and the rough ends of it touched my collarbones.
"A-are we good?" I asked under my breath.
"I guess so." He pulled back and shrugged.
I traced my fingers over the large tattoo occupying most of his chest, resting over his heart.
"Should I get a tattoo?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"What would you get?" He asked. I shrugged back at him in response.
"I dunno. Your face. On my face." I smiled at him and started laughing at the thought of it. He laughed as well.
"Don't waste your money and skin on me." He fanned his fingers through my hair.
I ran my forefinger up and down the bridge of his nose.
"What should I get then?"
"A tree." Matty said.
"A tree?" I asked.
"A pine tree." He stated. "Right... here." He traced a triangular shape on the side panel of my black lace bra.
I smiled at him and kissed his nose.
"Okay."
I wanted to cry.
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Matty's POV
I wanted to cry.
She rested her forehead against my chest and I felt sick.
I wanted this to end nicely, before we broke each other's hearts.
I wanted to sing to her and I wanted to take her to visit my Mum and Brother, then I'd give her guitar back to her, because I'd taken it to Manchester with me when I left the house the day after Lizzy did. I wanted to spend as long as I could with her.
I rubbed my eyes roughly and tried to pretend there was nothing wrong with what I was thinking about.
I loved Lizzy.
I loved her so much.
Maybe we just needed a break.
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Lizzy's POV
I wanted him.
I wanted everything about him.
I craved his eyes and the veins in his arms and neck and his voice and skin.
But I don't think he ever felt that way about me, not truly.
I kissed him again, with tongue, trailing back every now and again, just to get a taste of reality before I slipped completely.
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unedited sorry <3