A/N: Not my best work so far TT
TW: Toxic Relationship, and Unhealthy Mindset.
The remnants of the argument lingered in the air as Matt stood in the dimly lit kitchen, Tom and Tord had left, their departure marked by slammed doors and harsh words, though their words cut through his skin—he took a deep breath and tried not to care so much.
"Matt, you can't just choose to make us cut ties with him!" " Matt could still hear Tom's voice, loud and clear about his lover's freedom. As if! He knows that Edd willingly stayed with him— they act as if he's trapped.
"What are you saying? He chose me, didn't he?!" The taller male retorted, the kitchen counter shook from how furious he was. Matt was rarely the type to get angry, mostly oblivious to his actions and happy-go-lucky at every given situation but when the situation involved his relationship, especially being torn apart then something inside him sparked— that it made his anger go haywire.
"I can decide what's good for him."
"This is unhealthy, Do you know who helped you—" But the horned man, wasn't able to finish his sentence as Matt was quick to cut him off.
It worsened the tense situation but in his innocent sky blue eyes, the ginger believed that he was acting like his lover's knight in shining armor by protecting him by unwanted actions from their so-called called 'friends' that tried to rip them apart.
"I appreciate your unwanted opinion, Tord but leave me and my relationship alone."
And hence, the door slammed; the hinges almost breaking off by how loud the slam was. The two were forced to leave as Matthew pushed them away, he saw how Tord almost punched him right in the face but his blue hooded friend immediately interjected, he knew that violence wouldn't be a good thing — yet.
Now he sat on his couch, his shared couch with Edd, old but gold.
He turned to Edd with a cautious look, who was quiet during the whole ordeal, who sat on the worn-out couch, staring at the carpeted floor. Being the middleman, the brunette was always the one trying to stop arguments but it was understandable to Matt, why he was acting so reluctant and quiet when the argument was based on him, choosing which side he was on.
Edd seemed to be deep in thought, and stared up with open eyes, completely caught off guard, with Matt trying to converse with him.
The brunette didn't seem to respond, he didn't know what to say next, but it worried the ginger greatly, his heart tightened whenever Edd gave him silent treatment, he yearned for his voice, his praises— all the affections.
Matt took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he knelt to stare at his brown glossy eyes, the silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken words.
"I did it, Edd. I kicked them out," Matt finally spoke, his voice a mix of triumph and uncertainty.
The brunette looked up, his eyes reflecting a complex array of emotions – surprise, sadness, and perhaps a hint of relief, maybe because the argument finally ended.
Matt gently held onto the plump man's chin, softly pulling his face forward, and leaned for a kiss, feeling Edd's chapped lips against his soft pink lips. It was slightly uncomfortable, feeling the dryness of his lips but the pale-skinned adult didn't care so much— just the feeling of their lips against each other sent a nice feeling to his mind.
He deluded himself to believe that Edd, also felt the same, the distance between them suddenly feeling like an unspoken chasm.
"Edd, I need you to see me. Only me. Aren't I beautiful, Edd? Please say I'm beautiful," Matt's voice wavered, his desperation laid bare. His grasp on Edd's face only tightened, his eyes searching for a sign, any sign that he was the one Edd wanted, instead of staring at those dimmed brown eyes.
His expression remained guarded, but a flicker of vulnerability crossed his eyes.
After every stressful situation, he craved any sort of praise, begging to receive compliments even when he seemed desperate.
As Matt continued to plead, his confession spilled out like a torrent. "I want to be the only one you see, the only one you love. I can't stand sharing you with them, my dear. I've loved you for so long, and I can't bear the thought of losing you to anyone else." The room seemed to close in, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.
Edd's gaze softened, remembering how this relationship felt so warm yet now it suffocated him.
He didn't say anything and went to the guest room to sleep for tonight, Matt soon followed after but that face Edd made; his usual upturned smile was a deep grimace with his brows knitted together and it made him stop in his tracks.
The freckled adult didn't want to leave Edd— after that whole ordeal, he just wanted to cuddle with the brunette all the time but perhaps, against his judgment, he'd leave him alone for now.
And watched as his lover closed the door, shutting him off the door.
Splashing his face with cold water, He gaze upwards to stare at his exhausted expression, from tossing and turning all night. He could barely get a wink of sleep, with his mind clouded with demeaning thoughts.
A deep sigh escaped the young man's lips, a frown glued to his chapped lips whilst he stared at his reflection in the mirror; simply uttering a few words of distaste just beneath his breath upon noticing the bags and dark circles that had developed just beneath his gloomy eye, which were caused by a visible lack of proper sleep.
Now here he was, looking like a mess—with disheveled hair, strands pointing everywhere and tried to comb them using his fingers, but alas, his attempt was futile; a clear contrast to his usual cherry appearance.
Another deep yawn came out, the green-hooded man woke up at early dawn as he quietly stuffed his bag with necessities, careful not to wake up his partner.
And opened the door, attempting to leave but Matt was already standing there with wide eyes, unreal eyes that scared Edd, half to death.
His shining blue eyes stared deep into Edd's frightened expression.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"I heard you tossing and turning. Are you alright? I can make your favorite food—"
"You must be starving, you need to eat something"
"Matt, just please stop."
"Talk to me, please? What's wrong?"
A fragile smile tugged at the corners of his lips, remembering the events from last night, it was forever etched inside his mind.
"Matt, it's not that simple. Love isn't about possessing someone. It's about understanding, trust, and—"
"No, Edd! It's about being with the person who makes your heart race, who consumes your thoughts. And that person is me," Matt interrupted, his eyes pleading for reciprocation. The air crackled with tension, the room a battleground of conflicting emotions.
Edd took a moment, his eyes locked with Matt's. As Edd distanced himself, a heavy weight settled on his shoulders, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong between him and Matt.
The feelings in their relationship gnawed at him, making it hard to breathe. Edd found himself questioning not just their relationship but whether continuing to live this way was even worth it?
It felt like an unbearable burden. It wasn't just their relationship that seemed toxic; life itself felt like an overwhelming struggle, and Edd couldn't escape the sinking feeling.
"Matt, love is complicated. I need time to figure this out."
Matt's shoulders slumped, the weight of his confession hanging in the air.
As Edd got up and walked away, the room echoed with uncertainty, leaving Matt alone with the haunting question of whether love could conquer all.
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