he touches you and you light on fire.

“So you can drag me through hell if it meant I could hold your hand."

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Matteo turned to look at Adrian this time. Really look at him. “I was worried that…you didn’t care for me as much as you did before. AndI know how dumb that sounds. I know.” Matteo rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head. Noticing Adrian’s fingers tighten around the wheel, naturally caused Matteo to slide one of his hands over the male’s. He could feel his eyes start to burn, but he forced that feeling away. It had been a long time since he cried, and he wasn’t going to start now. “You got us a house?” he asked, softly. “In Italia?” he said, even lower. “That sounds like a dream…” the Italian said, leaning back on his seat. “But I don’t need some fancy house. I just need you.”

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“It ridiculously dumb.” He quickly changed the grip so he would manage t intertwine his fingers with Matteo’s. “I got us.. A new start.” Adrian tried to put it in easier terms. “.. Even though I don’t deserve one. Even though you deserve so much better.” Adrian didn’t cry loudly; the tears being near to invisible unless the light fell just right. The final words would change everything; and not a moment too soon, that was. A deep sigh to brace himself, the words were left to hang and wait in the air. “I talked to my parents, bello... And, - I talked to yours.”

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“What can I do for you sir?”

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“You’ll see, baby.”

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“oh come on, you are not scared of me are you?” 

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“why would i be?”

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“I know though I don’t know why you dislike me so much.”

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“You kissed the guy I’m into.. How could I possibly like you?”

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Matteo glanced at Adrian, feeling his cheeks heating up. “You can still tell me the speech…” He said, digging his hand into his pocket. From his pocket, Matteo pulled out a tiny glowy star. “I-uh keep one of these in my pockets. I can’t have them in my room but…I keep the small ones in my clothes. Just in case I’m somewhere dark.” He focused his attention on the star in his hand. “And they remind me of you.” Matteo put the star back into his pocket, choosing to look out the window now. “I was going to give one to you…before I left. So maybe you could think of me.” He sped up the last sentence, far too embarrassed to even look at Adrian now. “And we would be sleeping with the same stars…well…star.” He shook his head, biting his lip. “But it was too sappy for me to go through with it. Didn’t think you would like it.”

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“I don’t need a glowy star to think of you.” It rolled off his tongue effortlessly, without a second thought - because it was so natural to him. Everything about Matteo was. “Well..” He felt awkward, despite how at ease he was just by being around the Italian boy again. “I was going to take you to this house.. On the outskirts of Milan. I would walk you through the door and then I’d said..” Adrian ‘s hands involountarily clenched around the wheel. “I’d said that.. Iknow that I don’t deserve you.. - And that I broke your heart and that you’d most likely never forgive me for it. But if you would - against all odds - ever do forgive me.. Then that I would be there. In our house. In the house where I picture us spend the rest of our life, where we would raise our kids and ... All of that crap.”

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Adrian looked at the papers himself, thinking how hard he had worked to make it all happen. A life - a better one, a life worthy of the person he loved. And now; how all of it seemed useless. It was useless, how Adrian had spent all his waking moments, trying to create the perfect life - just to have it end like this. His jaw clenched so tightly that he could almost feel it shake under the pressure; Adrian reached over to the passenger seat and shoved the door open. “.. Are you coming then?”

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Matteo glanced at Adrian in shock; he stood there for a few moments, completely frozen. Then, it was like something brought Matteo back to the present. He wasn’t going to waste this chance. He nodded, slightly, then walked around car. Slipping into the passenger seat and buckling his seatbelt, Matteo exhaled. “I’m here,” he murmured, more to himself. Then he turned towards Adrian. “I’m really here, Ade.”

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Adrian pressed out a smile, despite his eyes being glazed over. "I know." He then shook his head, cleared his mind and pulled the car out of park. It wasn't until he had pulled up onto the driveway when he spoke again. ".. I had it all planned, you know.. I was going to take you to Italy, take you to Milan .. - god, I even had this stupid speech planned out for you. " Adrian laughed - genuine, as he felt ridiculous in his seat; being so ridiculously romantic.

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Matteo looked down at the papers, his brows furrowed. “I don’t want them,” he murmured. Clarifying, he continued. “I don’t want them- a house, a life- without you.” He folded the papers into a neat stack. “So you can have them back, maybe get your money back.” He placed the papers on the dashboard. The Italian felt his heart begin to ache, as he nodded his head, quickly, as to prevent himself from crying. “Yeah,” he managed. Matteo glanced at Adrian, making sure he was all the way in, before closing the door. He didn’t bother moving from the spot where he was standing. Adrian still had room to drive off. This time, Matteo decided, he would not be the one to leave first. 

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Adrian looked at the papers himself, thinking how hard he had worked to make it all happen. A life - a better one, a life worthy of the person he loved. And now; how all of it seemed useless. It was useless, how Adrian had spent all his waking moments, trying to create the perfect life - just to have it end like this. His jaw clenched so tightly that he could almost feel it shake under the pressure; Adrian reached over to the passenger seat and shoved the door open. “.. Are you coming then?”

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“Then tell me!” He exclaimed, raising his arms. Matteo stumbled back somewhat, looking at the various papers in his chest. “What is all of this?” He said, his eyes straining to read all of the papers at once, though that was impossible. “Like you told me that you were sick? That you were in Florida?” He countered, before his shoulders sagged. “Fine, I did it for you. I did it all for you. And I’ll do anything for you.”

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Adrian sighed, closed his eyes and had it roll against the seat. ".. It's the contract for a house, tickets to Italy and your new bank account." Adrian reached over to start the car, not daring to look at the other for even a split of a second. "..You said that you were going to close my door for me." He spoke pointedly, icy hues darting around the interior of the car.

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Adrian flinched as Matteo’s fingers raised, breaking the brief eyecontact that he had mustered himself up to make. “We’re still done. You don’t have to get better for me - in fact, you should be doing it for yourself.” Adrian swallowed and made another attempt to get into the car. “I have nothing to say, Matteo, other than that it’s time for me to move on.. For both of us to move on.”

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Matteo dropped his hand, folding it behind his back. “Very well.” He swallowed, seeing no way out of this. “Have a nice life, Adrian Ferry.” He said, softly, even though he wanted to shut off all his emotions. Matteo was never cold for long. The Italian inhaled, nodding his head. He gestured inside the car. “Go ahead, I’ll close the door.”

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“You don’t.. ” Adrian sighed, dug his fingers into his palms. “You’re not listening to what I’m saying.” He got into the car, slid his hands over the steering wheel for a second before the male reached into the glove compartment. “It’s all fucking there. Documents. Contracts. Tickets. Vouchers. Newly opened bank accounts.” Adrian shoved the stacks of paper into the Italian’s chest. “You chose to leave. And if you were doing that for me, you could have fucking said something instead of just dropping off the face of the earth.”

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TEXT | adrian

adrian: good.

taylor: i'm going back to sutton to tryout for the footie team, just to get my mind off of everything.

adrian: sounds good.

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Adrian flinched as Matteo's fingers raised, breaking the brief eyecontact that he had mustered himself up to make. "We're still done. You don't have to get better for me - in fact, you should be doing it for yourself." Adrian swallowed and made another attempt to get into the car. "I have nothing to say, Matteo, other than that it's time for me to move on.. For both of us to move on."

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Adrian stayed quiet, looking at the other with narrowed eyes. Finally - a sign of life, as Adrian walked over to the driver’s side, brushing past his ex, and opened the door. “Fine - I don’t want to fucking talk to you.” The man forced out, looking down at his hands. “We’re done, Matteo. You left and now I’m leaving. There’s not much left to say at this point.” His voice was hoarse, but he managed to avoid shaking as he stood - frozen, in the open door.

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Matteo blinked a few times, however that’s all the reaction Adrian got. Matteo tended to be more open about his emotions than Adrian. “Alright,” he said softly, stepping back from the car. His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, before looking back at the male. “Where are you headed?” He tapped his fingers against his thigh. “I…am getting better,” he said, softly, eyebrows furrowing, “I am trying to get better.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling Adrian this, but it felt necessary. “Well…” he nodded his head. “Be safe then.” Matteo leaned forward into an awkward, quick embrace, before turning on his heel towards the bus stop.

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"Asia." The word came quickly - on reflex. Adrian didn't want to speak, however, it felt borderline unnatural for the most important person in his life not to know where Adrian would be the upcoming months. ".. And I'm glad that you're better." The male called out to Matteo's back; his hand ran over his new buzz-cut selfconciously. Adrian had been momentarily frozen at the feeling of Matteo's hands on him; regaining the ability to speak only when the other was on his way away from him. ".. I told you that I loved you and you didn't even care."

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TEXT | adrian

adrian: well, it's good either way, right?

taylor: guess so

adrian: good.

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TEXT | adrian

adrian: singapore, for a few months at least.

adrian: i saw that you were back with alana. that's great.

taylor: we aren't back together. we just went out.

adrian: well, it's good either way, right?

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Adrian stayed quiet, looking at the other with narrowed eyes. Finally - a sign of life, as Adrian walked over to the driver's side, brushing past his ex, and opened the door. "Fine - I don't want to fucking talk to you." The man forced out, looking down at his hands. "We're done, Matteo. You left and now I'm leaving. There's not much left to say at this point." His voice was hoarse, but he managed to avoid shaking as he stood - frozen, in the open door.

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TEXT | adrian

adrian: not yet.

taylor: do you know where you're going yet?

adrian: singapore, for a few months at least.

adrian: i saw that you were back with alana. that's great.

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TEXT | adrian

taylor: so i take it you left?

adrian: not yet.