cautiously, the crimson haired male pulled the barstool closer to the table and lifted himself onto it with ease. he barely offered matty a glance, even as they were at the bar beside each other. wren immediately regretted agreeing to a drink because he knew that once he started, he wouldnât be able to stop â and he wasnât really the most stable drunk out there. heâd get really emotional really fast. there was a DARK look in his eyes, however, one that rarely appeared ever in his lifetime. and for some reason, the air in the bar room was stagnant, no wind, no sound, and wren moved in discomfort under the dimly lit lights. though, he was well aware of how loud it had actually been in there â everything muffled by his thoughts. in hindsight, the redhead was grateful for matty ghosting him back then. the memories they shared would burn forever, too hard to erase. one day, though, theyâll dwindle and not burn so bright. matty was once a STAR in wrenâs eyes â so bright and full of hope. though, the brunet beside him had actually been a shooting star this whole time ( and maybe so was wren ) . was it that matty knew he was falling, his gravity was failing and he was plummeting ? or was wren just something easy to anchor to, someone true and simple to leave behind ?
â double whiskey sour, â he announced his always USUAL drink once the bartenderâs attention was caught by the male beside him. bringing an arm around, he roughly patted the back of the brunetâs shoulder a few times, a weird smile appearing over his face. â and a few shots of fireball on this guy right here. heâs so kind, â wren snapped, removing his hand almost as fast as he set it there. the touch alone felt hot - too hot for his own liking. and he knew he was being passive aggressive ( or just aggressive aggressive ) , but there was so much pent up anger inside this sweet ginger toward matty. and now that he was finally in front of him, what was he  to do ? he could only be respectful for so long before it ate him completely to the core. â what did you want to talk about ? â he inquired once their drinks had arrived, immediately throwing back one of the shots and wincing at the burn. his skin suddenly felt too tight over his face, breaths only coming in stutters of air as if he was keeping himself from breaking down in front of his once lover. red rimmed eyes met with the otherâs and he brought the whiskey to his lips, sipping slowly at it while shamelessly staring, waiting. if he was a shooting star like matty had been, wren felt that he was falling right now.Â
   matty remains standing for the time being, lingering beside wren and his own barstool and gazing somewhere between the boyâs hair and his shoulder. he listens to his order, at least vindicated in his knowledge of his once-friendâs usual. such little facts shouldnât matter to him, though heâs always been a sucker for the fine details and for learning titbits about the people he surrounds himself with. it makes them easier to  r e a d ,  though heâd never considered that a problem with wren. god, how wrong heâd been, letting down his guard entirely, getting complacent and in return it bit him in the ass with a painful wake up call. he remembers the moment he realised. the exact moment. itâs so vivid,  burned in his memory no matter how hard heâd tried to bleach it away. the evidence of which is a blank space in his mind for an entire week after the fact. nothing had worked, clearly, which is why heâs here now and practically begging the redhead to share just one drink with him. it didnât make sense then, and it still doesnât now. what had wren ever seen in someone like him ?  why did he have to go and think he was a  g o o d  person ?  had matty not given him enough evidence to the contrary ?         well, heâd soon taken care of that, hadnât he ?
    â how have you been ? â  he finally takes his seat after an awkward beat of  s e a r c h i n g  for an answer to wrenâs simple question. heâd had no plan of attack past getting to this stage, and even that had been a spur of the moment act of insanity. but heâs here now, and... well... he finds himself genuinely wishing to know how wren has been since they were last together. he cares for the otherâs well being, even now. maybe especially now; now that his eyes have been opened wide and he understands his past mistakes. leaving wasnât the mistake, no matter how painful it may have been. he fucked up when he tricked such a PURE boy into joining his corrupt world. like hades and persephone he had brought about a winter for each of them. he should have left wren to burn brightly, away from the graveyard of mattyâs fuck-ups and his twisted lifestyle. yet here he is, running the same risks and all but goading history to repeat itself.Â
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