Day twenty three comes with an argument, and you hadn’t had one of those in a while.

It all started when you asked if you two could make it to the Economic class, hoping to run into Liz.

(Which would be almost your last chance, since you don’t know how else to find her).

It’s a long time since you have seen him this angry.

“You’re thinking that I’m keeping you alive to see her, but I’m not,” you say, offended that he dares to think that way.

After all this time.

“Aren’t you?” He asks, and he sounds sad, but his expression is blank. As if he’s used to this.

you’re just like everyone else

needing me for a reason

don’t give me the look

“I’m not, Matt,” you whisper, feeling attacked by Matt’s thoughts. But how can you prove yourself? And what for? You’ll be gone soon anyway.

You’ll be gone too and Matt will be alone.

And Liz as well.

“Matt, I…”

Your only friends are alone somewhere and will be even more alone when you leave and you-

You fall into the ground, sitting down and covering your head, wishing you could cry.

Why did you have to die?

“I’m not going to class again, I already helped, remember?” He asks and how can so much change from yesterday to today you still wonder.

But you’re so exhausted. And Liz is the last one.

The most important one.

“Please, Matt,” you say, sitting down on the floor, clutching your chest. “Please, please, please.”

He stares back at you, frowning slightly.

You must look pathetic right now.

“Please,” you add. “I love her so much.”

“I don’t get it,” he says, annoyed. And you see it on his face, he means to hurt you with this one. “Why Liz? What’s so special about her?” He asks, pursing his lips. “You know I honestly think Mary is way cuter than-”

“Matt, I…”

“Liz wears too much makeup if you ask me,” he says nastily. “She always seemed fake to me, and not very bright.”

“Matt,” You start again, taken aback by his harshness.

“I didn’t sign up for this,” He hisses through his teeth, his eyes fixed on you for the first time tonight. “Not for your feelings, or your love story. The thing is I don’t really care. You had no right to ask me for this and you’re no one to me. So go try and convince someone else, because I…”

Matt stops mid sentence, staring blankly at your expression, suddenly every trace of irritation has left his features and he looks guilty.

He’s right though? He didn’t sign up for this, you’re no one to him (that one stung like hell), he doesn’t care-

pathetic, sad, ridiculous, cheesy, stupid

stupid

And then he’s back at being irritated, like he is not done yet.

“It’s just an illusion,” he says, but this time he sounds sad, not angry. “Loving someone like that. She’s just a person, she can’t be that perfect as you describe her. If you weren’t being so blind, you’d be able to see... I bet she doesn’t even love y-”

He doesn’t stop because you tell him to, you just stare. You have no idea what you look like, and he meant to hurt you, his intention is clear.

“You’re crying,” he says, dully. And that was the reason he stopped. “You’re actually crying.”

You cover your face immediately, as if to prove him wrong, but no, you’re crying and-

And a drop falls to the ground.

“No way,” he whispers, sounding impressed, calmer and wait a second-

You’re starting to understand the implications of this and then pain hits you all over, clutching your chest and lungs, you cover your mouth, blood running down your nose and Matt can’t move.

“Hey… hey, are you okay?” He asks, and when he tries to touch you...

It all blacks out.