Matalie's end?
"Yeah," Natalie said, offering him the tiniest of smiles. She didn’t say so, and neither did he, but something was off. Before, whenever she took his hand, he’s smile at her and kiss it, sometimes even go as far as kissing her. Now he just looked like he’d rather she didn’t hold his hand, so she dropped it before standing up from the armrest.
Matthew cleared his throat and took his hand into himself again and watched her went up from the armrest and back to the bed. In a way, the situation with them was awkward and almost a bit uncomfortable, and he knew that she felt the same way about the situation. It felt so strange, so fake. It just wasn't right. "So, what are you doing tomorrow?" he asked her, giving her a smile.












