Guysssss, helloooooooo!!
Finally made a part 2!!! You guys excited??

Btw: i don't know shit about how hotel stuff works, just bear with me please

Keep in mind: english is not really my first language, so you'll probably notice some weird shit that doesn't make sense. Sorry for that oops

Longest freaking oneshot I've ever written!! Enjoy these 5400 words!! :))

"*"

I hadn't seen him in seven years.

Not since that night of the party where he had broken my heart.  It felt like my whole existence had suffered from the impact of what he did. What he didn't. 

For many years, it was the only thing I could think about. I woke up and his name was the first word on my mind. I went to bed and I remembered how he looked at me with so much guilt and anguish. But most of all, I thought about the way he had made me feel before.

That night was the end of our relationship, but there was still a beginning and middle. He was my first friend, my first love. How could I forget the good times? I mourned those times. The way he made me laugh, blush and giggle.

All those nice, nice feelings...

But seven years went by and things were different. Of course, things were different. Times had changed. I had changed.

And I was a hundred percent sure that he had changed too.

If only I had known I would find that out very soon...

"*"

Perfect (2)

-Matthew-

I was stressed. Like, really freaking stressed.

It was my first day as hotel manager at the Royal Manor, and everything was going to shit already. Two employees had called in and someone else just didn't show up. Mind you, in total we were just with the six of us. That's me included, by the way.

"I'm so sorry, guys. I know it's a busy weekend and now it's just the three of us." I let my elbows rest on the desk in front of us as I let out the heaviest sigh possible.

Twins Amy and Oliver shrugged. They didn't even bat out an eyelash at my mini-panic attack. Probably used to it.  "That's okay, boss. We love this job. It's just an extra hour," Oliver told me.

Amy nodded quickly. "Yeah, and we're broke as fuck."

The tension in my neck lessened as I let out a laugh. "Right. Money is always a good motivation, isn't it?"

"I mean, the work is kinda nice too. Sometimes. Stella was the best boss ever. Not that you're not totally cool. Because you are. We like you a lot," Amy rambled.

I smiled as she continued her talk, but I was busy thinking about something else. A word, a name she had said. Stella. My mom. She's dead. Died a couple months ago.

We didn't have the best bond, but yet, I'm still here for her stupid hotel. Her will clearly stated that the hotel was mine. She loved this place more than she ever loved me. Since I came out to her, she acted like she didn't know who I was. As if I didn't came out of her womb.

That's what you get when your mom's catholic and believes being with the same sex is a sin.

And maybe coming out while also announcing that you're dropping out of school isn't the best idea. But I'm still sure it was mostly the coming out part.

"I just don't think it's fair they won't give you a chance. Everyone deserves a fair shot. So what if you're not Stella? You've been here a week and you're doing just fine!" The 20-year old cut his sister off.

I smiled at him. "That's very nice of you to say. But I guess I understand. Lacy and  Robert have been here for 30+ years. Ilona almost as much," I murmured, while also checking reservations on the computer. "I'm not my mother, nor will I ever be. If they can't accept that it's best they just let me know immediately. But we'll see. Maybe they change their mind."

Amy and Oliver quickly exchanged glances before settling their green eyes back on me. "Sure... I think it also doesn't help that this weekend is a literal explosion."

I groaned. "Don't remind me. It's gonna be hell catering a football team. The NFL can just come and kiss my ass."

They both snorted. We chatted for a few more minutes before the two decided to check the rooms one last time. Royal Manor wasn't that big, but we were still widely known for our 'royal' services. My mom really put her all in this business. That's why I needed to take care of it. Even though she was probably looking down and thinking that I couldn't do it...

I needed to prove her wrong.

"*"

"MATTHEW!"

I whipped my head towards the sound and nearly fell of the ladder. I knew putting these football posters up was gonna jinx my shit. Why didn't I take Oliver up on his offer to do this instead?

My eyes widened when I recognized the person running to me. Her red, vibrant curls happily bounced around.

"ILA!"  I quickly descended and ran to her. My arms wrapped around her small frame and I squeezed. For a 5"4 short person, she squeezed back even harder.

"I missed you sooo much! Oh my God, I can't believe you're actually here!" She wasn't yelling anymore, just talking loudly. I couldn't blame her.

"Oh my God! It's been a fucking minute! I can't believe that I'm seeing you again! I'm so freaking excited!" I bounced. "Come and sit so we can catch up!" I steered her to the sitting place. 

"How have you been?" She asked immediately. "I mean..." She waved around. "How have you been coping? You okay?"

"It's been hard, Il. Really freaking hard. Half the staff has basically resigned. And this is my first week... I'm really trying here, you know. Just trying to make her proud."

She nodded. "Ugh, I really wanna kick those people's asses. Work is work, right?" My best friend rolled her eyes.

"Lemme first, then you can. We'll go to jail for elderly abuse together, though. If you don't mind, of course," I joked.

"Matt, I'll go to the moon and back for you. You know that! Even if I have to kick a few wrinkly butts."

"Even if you go to jail?" I asked, playfully.

"Even if I go to jail," she held one hand up, the other she put on her chest. "I really missed you, Matt. Life wasn't the same when you left."

I kicked her feet. "I missed you too, Il. But droppig out was the best decision I ever made. I couldn't stay there with–" I stopped what I was saying, looking down. "Even after all this years... I can't say his name."

It wasn't the first time I thought about him. I've been thinking about him every day this past seven years. And even though, I didn't want to anymore, being back was triggering me left and right. Football here, football there.

Ila folded her hands together. She was clearly thinking of how to formulate her words. "I hated him for what he did to you, you know. Because of him you left and our friendship withered. It sucked," she shook her head as if trying to rid herself of the bad memories.

I took a hold of her hands. "I'm so sorry, Ila. For pushing you away and being a terrible, terrible friend. I should've done a lot more."

"I was so sad in the beginning. But I also understood. Just happy that you contacted me a few months ago. Even if you came bearing bad news."

My literal word were: Hey, Ila. Long time no see. My mom recently passed away. You fancy coming to her funeral?

I cringed just thinking about that shit.

"I really hated him," Lila suddenly backtracked after a long pause. "Ugh, I really just wanted to tell everyone his secret, but I have a whole conscience so I could never. And then suddenly, one day, everyone knew."

My eyes bulged.  "What the fuck? Knew what?"

"They like knew. About you guys' relationship and his sexual orientation. And you know what? He didn't even care. It was like..." she paused, seemingly hesitating.

"What is it?" I didn't know how to feel. I knew coming back here was going to earn me a few conversations about him. But as much as I was prepared, it still hurt.

Fucking hell, Matthew. It's been 7 years!

"I don't want to seem on his side. He hurt you. It doesn't matter that it's been 7 years, okay," she hesitated again. "OK, so the thing is that he completely changed. He spent his time in college all by himself. Like a fucking hermit, I swear. At the beginning, he was begging me to say where you had gone. You had blocked him, of course, but he said he wanted to settle the shit he did. As if that was possible. Then when he saw I was serious about not saying where you went, he literally just stopped. Stopped interacting with people, stopped eating in the canteen. He was like a ghost. Fleeting. The last time I saw him in person was at graduation. And even then, he was in and out and poof–gone. Not gonna lie... I seriously felt bad for the guy. But yeah, of course, he deserves it."

I blinked. A few times. My brain was trying to process everything I just heard. Yeah, duh, I blocked him. I had given him so many chances and–NO.

He lied. I left. It was over.

"So how has your life been?" I quickly changed the topic.

Ila just smiled and giggled. "I met this girl and she's soooo cute."

Yeah, it was over.

"*"

Ila and I talked for a few more hours. Saturday morning wasn't that busy yet, it was the evening I was afraid of.  Once the clock hit 5 PM, I knew the ship was sinking.

"Ma'am could you repeat your name again? Yes, spell it. With a L? Ma'am could you talk a bit louder. OK... Your reservation is made." I quickly hung up the phone after saying goodbye to the lady. I'm really testing my patience with this job...

Amy was standing next to me, helping a guy with his reservation. Apparently he had booked for 3 nights but paid for 4. Don't ask me how that happened, I don't know either.

Suddenly the door opened and a whole group of people walked in. Not just people, but giants. Big fucking guys.

I stared, hard. So did Amy and the guy she was helping. He almost twisted his head looking.

The group of men walked to the check-in desk, which was–OK, so they walked towards me. Sorry, I'm really fucking flustered right now. What do I say?

"Hello! Welcome to Royal Manor. You guys have a reservation?" Smooth.

The man who was leading the pack nodded. He was older than the rest of them. Probably the coach.  "Goodevening. Yup, here it is." He showed me his proof.

I quickly typed in the name and came across it. Amy, who had finished helping the guy–he was still standing there with his open mouth and wide eyes (definitely a fan while I didn't even know which football team they were supposed to represent)–was helping me organize the keys to give to them. When we had them all, I gave it to the pack leader.

"There you go. Those should be all of them. Hope you have a nice stay! If you have any questions, do ask!" I said as chirpy as possible.

Several man smiled and murmured their thanks. Keys were handed out and it all seemed to be going well.

That's when the door opened up again. I heard it, but didn't bother looking. I was too invested in the fan guy, looking like he was gonna pass out. He let out way too many oohs and aahs. Suddenly he screamed.

"VAN PELT, oh my God! I'm your biggest fan!"

Van Pelt? Hold up. That name sounds fami—

Blue eyes.
Black hair.
No. No. NO.

Jack.

"*"

I fled that motherfucker. I was hiding in the bathroom. 

But he must have seen me, no? His eyes were trained on that fan guy, but I was literally only standing a few inches away from him.

I was quick... Maybe he didn't notice?

Ah fuck, man.

It was hard to breath. I put my hand on my chest to calm myself. Black hair and blue eyes... He still looked as I thought he would.

But I didn't want to think about his looks, I didn't want to think about him–period.

"Man the fuck up, Matt. It's been way too many years to act like a wuss now," I murmured to myself while looking in the mirror. Brown eyes  looked back at me in determination. "You can do this freaking shit." I kept hyping myself up.

When I finally felt I was ready to go back, I opened the door and moved back to the reception area.

I was surprised to still see the large group of guys there. Without even meeting his eyes, I focused on the coach. "Is there a problem, sir?"

"No, we were just about to leave," he said. He focused back on the group of big guys. "OK, people, listen up! Wednesday is game day. That means y'all have three full days to prepare yourself as good as possible. We've trained for this for weeks, so losing is not an option, you hear me?"

"Yes, coach!" The football team yelled.

The coach nodded. "I'm trusting y'all with this, alright. We've won the past six games, trained like some motherfuckers and this is a home game," he paused. "Of course, this hotel wasn't needed at all, but winners get a price. This getaway is the price, but that doesn't mean I don't wanna see y'all fresh Wednesday afternoon. Y'all hear me?"

"Yes, coach!" Why were they so loud again?

"And naturally, I'm gonna need some discretion from a few people." The coach looked at Amy and me.

I could feel more than twenty pairs of eyes settle on me after he said that. It made my skin crawl. Especially because I could feel his eyes on me. He lied. I left him. It was over. It was. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me uncomfortable.

"Uhm, yes! We will definitely see to that," Amy said when I forgot to answer. Okay, fuck. There goes my plan.

"Right. You can count on us, sir," I added, quickly.

"I don't doubt it. Now, everyone, go and settle in and we'll see eachother Wednesday."

The reception area dwindled immediately once he said that and I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Jeez, where's Oliver when you need him?" Amy murmured, eyeing the men. "I so hate confrontation."

I rubbed my neck. "Same, but I get the guy. Footballers tend to be really popular."

"Popular my ass. Big guys freak me out. I like small men," she said dreamily. "Everyone has like this total fascination with giants. Nope, for me it's the total opposite. Like once, there was this guy and he was really tiny. I think that started it. Ohhh, and this other time..."

Amy kept rambling on and my mind drifted off.

Had he seen me? He must have  seen me, right? Or maybe he didn't want anything to do with me? But why? He was the one that broke my heart. He was the one that kept lying to everyone. He had finished us.

Right?

Fucking hell, Ila was really messing with my head. I had to let this go. I had to let him g–

"Mattie?"

I froze.

Holy shit. Fucking shit. No. No. No.

"Is that really you?"

Biting my lip, I turned around. And there he stood. There he fucking stood. Black hair, blue eyes, big hands and a soft mouth. Jack. Once he had been mine. Or I had thought he was mine. He wasn't. The only thing he'd ever been was a liar.

I tried to keep those negative thoughts in my mind. I really did. But once I saw how he looked at me...

"It is you," His voice was filled with such wonder, such despair. He walked closer.

"Stay the fuck away from me, Jack," I whispered, finally finding my voice.

He flinched at my response, his blue eyes darkening. "Mattie, can we please just talk? I-I just want to explain. I know... I've been waiting for you for so long, baby."

Suddenly all I saw was red. How dare he appear and talk to me like we were long lost lovers? Fuck that shit!

I rounded the desk, moving closer to him. "Don't call me that. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to hear what you've got to say. I don't–can't even look at you," I sneered.

"I need to talk to you, Mattie. I need to. I fucked up–"

"Ugh, it's been seven years, Jack!" I threw my hands in the air. "I've moved on! You don't get to just come here and act like what we had is still in the room with us. It's not. I want you to leave me the fuck alone, okay?"

He frowned, looking down. "Moved on? I haven't. I couldn't, baby. Don't you see that?" He shut his eyes. "I simply just want to talk. Give me five minutes, please."

"What don't you understand about leaving me alone, huh? I don't want to talk!" I snarled.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mattie."

That was my last straw. I pushed him, but instead of falling, he grabbed my fucking arms and brought me closer to him. Can you believe that? I couldn't even move! All I could feel was his hard chest. It made me feel things I'd rather not share.

"The fuck? Jack, let me go!" I struggled against him. The only thing that got me were flashbacks. Yeah, those ones.

"I'm not going anywhere and so are you. I know I've hurt you. I know you'll never forgive me, but I just want to talk. Even if its for one minute," he talked slowly. "But maybe you need time. So I'll give you that. But we're gonna talk soon. Okay?"

"I need you to let me go! Before I call the freaking police!" I uttered, half-heartedly.

"Uhmmm, you want me to call the cops?" I couldn't see her, but I knew Amy was probably super confused. I was too. "I'll do it immediately if you want me to? But frankly, you guys seem to need a little of privacy? Yeah, I'll just leave."

"NO! Stay!" I screamed. "And don't call the cops. Jack was just leaving, right?"

For a long while we looked into eachother's eyes. Brown against blue. And I could feel them. My past feelings resurrecting, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I knew he could see it in my eyes, because I could see it in his.

"I'm letting you go. But I love you, my Mattie. That's why I'm giving you space for today," he murmured, stroking my cheek. I let him. Just because his hands were soft. Nothing else. "I'm gonna fight for us. And tomorrow we'll talk."

He let me go, but I remained in the same place. His uber long frame looked down at me. His eyes were more intense than I could have ever dreamed about. "Those seven years without me? They end today. Better enjoy your space because I'm never letting you go again, my Mattie."

Then he was gone.

"What the fuck, Matthew?" Amy bellowed. "How do you know Jack Van Pelt? I know earlier I said I disliked tall guys, but he's the exception! Wow, did you see how he looked at you?"

"I knew him in the past."

The past. That's were Jack Van Pelt belonged. Even though it felt as if my heart was his. Even though I wanted to be in his strong arms and feel his–

He lied. I left. It was over.

It
was
over.

So why the fuck did I dream about him that night?

"*"

The following day, I decided to begin work around the afternoon.  It was a sunday and business was slow. Also, every staff member was present. No need for me to come extra early, right?

It wasn't like I was avoiding someone. Nope, business was just slow and there was a lot of staff.

I huffed as I opened Royal Manor's entry door. Stepping through it, the big entrance hall greeted me. I always sighed internally when I walked into the hotel. Everything was so grand and big. And unfortunately, it was all mine now. Such a big, big burden.

Oliver sat at the front desk, legs kicked up. "Hey, boss. How's it going?" He greeted me with an easy smile.

"I'm fine. Just hoping you don't mind me hopping in this late." Okay, so maybe I was avoiding him. Ugh, now I felt guilty.

Oliver laughed. "Of course we don't mind. Things are slow today," he said. "Oh, and Amy told me what happened yesterday!"

I blinked at him, rounding the desk so I could actually start working. Oliver scooted over. "What happened yesterday?"

"Oh, come on, boss! With the big football guy. She told me his name, but I forgot."

I rolled my eyes, internally. So nosiness runs in the family! "I knew him a very long time ago. Nothing special," I murmured, busy checking my emails. "Any trouble with the guests?" I quickly changed the conversation into a topic that didn't make me uncomfortable. 

Oliver nodded, grabbing a piece of paper from behind him. "Oh, right! There was this guy that asked about you. Some sort of problem with the water pipes? He wanted to speak to the manager."

I frowned. "A pipe problem? Shit. Why didn't you just call a plumber? I don't know jack about pipes."

"Well, it's policy the manager looks first. I'm not the manager," Oliver merely shrugged.

Yeah, I was him. Awesome.

I groaned. "Right, right. What room did you say he was staying in?"

Oliver gave me the piece of paper and I groaned again when I read it. The last floor. Seriously? I mean, I was gonna use the elevator, but too much time spent in one made me uneasy. 

I moved as quickly as possible and before I knew it, I was reaching the last floor.

"Thank you, God," I muttered, catching my breath. I was so out of shape.

It didn't take me much time to find the room. I knocked and waited. I was definitely going to a call a plumber. The policy thing was understandable, because yeah, I'm the manager and I should know if there's anything wrong in the hotel. But on the other side, I couldn't just magically fix problems myself. I was literally new to this whole thing. And sometimes I just forgot–

The door flung open.

Holy
shit.

Jack stood in the door opening with just a towel around his waist. Water was dripping from his chest to other... regions. His dark hair was damp and it laid in a cute [fucking hot] mess on his forehead.

"Wow," was the only thing that came out of my mouth. What else could I say? The guy was ripped. And wet.

I was in so much trouble...

"Hello, Mattie," he smirked, blue eyes as intense as ever.

I cleared my throat. One time. Then another time because he got me gagged. "Uhm... pipe problem?"

The both of looked down at what his towel was hiding before slowly meeting eyes again.

I bit my lip.

His pretty pink smirk intensified. "Yeah, inside. The shower's been acting up."

"Right," I nodded my head, not really listening. "I'll call a plumber."

"Wait!" He halted me. "Don't you wanna see the problem first before reporting it? Isn't that policy?"

Warning bells were going off, but I ignored them. He was right. I was the manager. I needed to put my petty feelings aside and help him. He was a guest at my hotel. Come on, Mattie. You're better than this.

I stepped in, my body touching his. Flutters moved in my belly. He closed the door and then walked in front of me to show me the problem.

"It's in the bathroom," he pointed to the smallest room. The bathroom was still fairly big, though. His hotel room wasn't necessarily a suite, but it came very close. The big TV and bed said everything. 

I stepped into the bathroom and a gust of warm air blew into my face. I could hear water dripping so I moved to the sound.

"Huh?" I murmured, confused. There was literally nothing wrong with the shower. I was no plumber, but the pipes were in great shape. The warm air was there because someone recently showered and the dripping sound was the drops of residual water falling.

I turned around, still confused. "There's nothing wrong with the pipes?"

Jack casually leaned against the wall. "I know."

The warning bells were ringing louder than ever, but they rang even louder when he closed the door and then locked it. He locked the freaking door!

"A-are you going to kill me?"  Instead of fighting, I was acting like a little baby. Probably because I was still so shocked and confused.

Jack laughed loudly. For a murderer, he had the most beautiful laugh I ever heard.

"Baby, of course I'm not gonna kill you. We're gonna have that talk now," he reminded me.

I blinked. "I thought I told you to leave me alone? I don't want to talk to you."

He shrugged. "You can't exactly go anywhere, can you? You have no choice."

I frowned. It was very hot in here, but this situation got me sweating even harder. "Jack, I'd really appreciate it if you unlock the door and let me go. I.do.not.want.to.talk.to.you. How can I say this even clearer?" 

Still leaning on the wall, he sighed. "I know you don't want to talk, Mattie. And yes- I know you hate me calling you that. But I need to talk to you. I need to tell you how much I love you, how much I missed you. Mattie, I cannot spend my days without you any longer. These past seven years have been the worst. Every day, I'm reminded how much I fucked us up. Just because I didn't want people to know I was yours and you were mine. But we belong together, Mattie," he said it so fast, as if he was scared I would dissapear. "Please... Just give me one more shot." 

He came closer and before I knew it, he was standing right in front of me. I didn't know what to say. My heart was racing and I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. I had dreamt about this moment thousand of times. About seeing those hypnotic eyes filled with love for me. And now, here he stood. Declaring his love for me, wanting me. But how could I ever trust him? 

"I... I can't trust you, Jack.."

"Yes, you can, Mattie. Of course, you can. I'm different now. You won't ever be a secret anymore." Oh, how I've yearned for him to say those words...

"It's been seven years. I'm different too. I've changed." I shook my head and let my eyes drop to the floor. It's been so long, too long.

"You're still my Mattie," he whispered, minty breath fanning my face. "I've loved you since the day we first met, and I'll keep loving you forever."

"How can you know that? How can you be so sure we won't turn out like last time?" My voice was soft. It was really hard getting those words out–as if invisible tape was put on my mouth.

His fingers took a hold of my chin, lifting my eyes back to his. His clear ones had never been more intense, focused. Both our pairs stayed locked as he slowly bent forward. "Because I'll never stop fighting for you. Now that I've found you, I'll never let you go."

He was closer than he had been in a long time. I could smell him, I could feel him. I wanted him. So fucking bad.

"You are no secret, baby. I swear on my life that I won't ever put you in that position again. Let me show you that I love you. Give me the chance to show you I want you to be my truth again," his velvety voice spoke in my ear.

My whole body shook and I broke. Hands on a face, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. I rejoiced.
Soft, plump lips on mine. It felt like heaven, like home.

At first, they were just harmless pecks. As if he was testing the waters, because he could feel I was unsure. But they quickly turned into something more heated. His mouth went hard against mine. I couldn't help but let out a moan when he bit my lip.

"Oh fuck, Mattie. Just like that," he groaned. He was backed up against the door and had me lifted  in his strong arms.

"I missed this," I murmured. I pulled back from his neck to look at him. He was messy. His hair was clearly roughed up and his lips definitely looked thoroughly kissed. I did that.

"Me too."  

Suddenly the spell felt broken. I fucking kissed him. We kissed. Not just a small one–we made out.

I gasped. "Jack, put me down."

His arms flexed around me as he frowned. "Baby–"

"Put me down! Now!" I shouted, starting to freak out even more.

He quickly did and I backed off immediately.  "This was a mistake. We can't, we can't..." I didn't know what to say. I just knew that the panic was beginning to swallow me, as if I was falling in a big black hole.

"Mattie, you need to breath." Jack tried to move closer to me, but I pushed him away. "Dammit, Mattie! Breath!"

I trembled and looked at the floor with cloudy eyes. The tears kept coming and so did he. I kept pushing him away. He needed to stay away from me.

"I c-can't do this. We're done! We have been for years," I hiccuped. "We're done."

Jack scoffed, but still looked worried. "I don't want you to cry, but baby, we will never be done. I won't let us."

"Jack, that kiss was a m-mistake," I  said, shakily.

"Huh? A mistake." His pretty blue eyes narrowed into slits. He seemed pissed off. "You looked pretty excited while you were dry humping me."

"I was caught up in the moment," I murmured. "You surprised me."

Jack laughed, but it was one of those nasty ones. The one where you heard the sound, but knew the underlying meaning. "You've got to be kidding me, right? Do you actually believe the shit you're saying right now?"

I looked away from him.
The tears had stopped falling, and instead I could feel knots forming in my stomach.

"Jack, it's the truth, okay. What else can I say?"

"Fucking hell, Mattie. You can try! You can try to be truthful, at least. I get it. You're guarded, and I did that to you. But can't you see that I'm here? For you. I need you to tell me how you really feel, Mattie.  About me, about us. I don't want to lose you again."

"I'm telling you how I feel! This was a mistake!" I yelled, frustrated. "We're grasping at an old flame that ended badly. Can't you see that? Our relationship ended. We fucking ended, Jack."

"But I don't want us to end! We can't. I'm here, trying to fight for us. That kiss just proved everything. Didn't you feel it?"

In a perfect picture fairytale, I would have jumped in his arms and he would have spinned me around. We would kiss and we would talk about how much we loved eachother. Once upon a time, I thought we had that. But that time had long passed. It was ruined. Jack had ruined us.

I wanted to answer that I felt it. I wanted to lay in his arms, kiss him and not think about the past. Simply just be his Mattie again.

But I couldn't. 

So even though I yearned to rewind back to when I thought shit was perfect, it wasn't possible.

"You lied, Jack. Then I left and now–it's over. That's how I feel," I spat out.

"Mattie, no."  The look of absolute heartbreak and devastation on his face was the same one I held seven years ago.

I pushed past him to unlock the door and quickly walked out of his room, intending to never come back.

"Goodbye, Jack."

"MATTIE!"

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So that's done lol...

Hope you liked it??

Part 3??

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