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There were many occasions on which Matt had gone to the college. Most of the time it was to meet with the history professors and have a discussion about a time that he actually lived through. There were a few supernatural creatures teaching it and the conversations he had with them was probably among the most enjoyable. That as well as the fact that they were the ones he could actually bother asking for help. Because he could actually explain the entire situation to them. Which was why he was there that day. His family had thrown him out, or rather his father had. And once that happened, the younger version of his self had too much of an ego to go back. To accept that he had in fact been wrong, his father right. He didn’t dare go face that humiliation and so instead he stayed away. And because of that he had no idea what happened to them. And centuries later, the curiosity was unstoppable and he began to wonder. He began to want to know and figure out whether or not they had been alright. Through the halls went Matthew Greene, knocking on the door of who he thought was the professor he was supposed to be meeting. However when he opened the door, he came face to face with someone from his past. Someone who could not be there, one who it made absolutely no sense to see. Because she couldn’t be alive. She shouldn’t be. ( @littlelucygreene )

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Only with his luck would Matt find himself trapped in his home with the one woman that he wished to avoid at all costs. The reason why he went to such lengths to keep his distance from the woman was unknown to him. Mostly because the wolf preferred not to think about the few times that they had touched and the bizarre sensation that came with it. The fact that every time she was within a close distance, he felt the familiar tinge of her scent invade his senses, driving his mad with memories that he couldn't seem to grasp. Like chasing after a vague dream that was just out of his reach. By nature, Matthew wasn't a trusting soul and yet he found himself feeling as though the ginger was someone he ought to trust. Otherwise, why else would he have brought her to his home. The man that never let anyone in, and was always so private about everything in his life, for the first time had allowed someone to come inside his space. He could fight and argue that it was hardly by his own volition since he had no other choice--he could hardly have just left her at the side of the road. But nonetheless, there they were.

He opened the door to his truck, exiting and going to open the door. Between the snow flakes that had started to get heavier, he could feel just a slight chill since his entire body temperature ran higher than most. But he imagined that it was probably quite cold for her, and quickly opened the door. Turning to face her, he motioned for her to go inside, an absolutely disinterested expression on his face. "Go in. I have to put the wood away in my shop." And with that he turned to go back out, transferring a few planks at once into the garage that served as his shop. Only after he finished did he bother returning to the home that was just enough for him. It was neither small nor too big. His most spacious area was the shop, and everything else was rather confined. “You can turn on the fireplace. I don’t have heating.” ( @elenakrasniy )

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The Road Not Yet Taken//Grace & Matt

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He was giving her an out. They could go their separate ways and pretend that this awkward meeting hadn’t happened. Again. But god did Grace need someone. Anyone had this point. A question or two danced on the tip of her tongue. Picking up the whiskey bottle she took a long swig. She hoped it would give her courage. To keep fighting or to ask for help she wasn’t entirely sure.

Grace knew she should ask for help. But she’d only ever lived in environments where it was impossible. Uncomfortable and a tad nervous she raised her eyes to the stars. A small voice inside her told her not to say anything. He didn’t care, but maybe that made it easier. In her mental confusion the words slipped out before Grace quite realized that she was saying them, “How do you deal with finding out you’re a monster?”