You and Matthew used to be childhood bestfriend’s until y’all weren’t.

Y’all were lousing around in your room when all of a sudden Matthew had leaned over and said:

“I like you.”

And when he confessed them to you after years of holding it in and acting like it was all normal he was rejected by you—he decided to do the unthinkable. He had kissed and touched your upper body all over until not a single detail was missed by him, his hands holding yours over your head so you couldn’t stop him—but he never touched anything below the hips.

After that you cut him off and avoided him for as long as you could. But he found you.

Begging on his knees he pleaded with you to forgive him, but you couldn’t. You walked away, wanting to hate him completely to the bottom of your heart but you just couldn’t because of how much he meant to you in the past before he decided to do what he did to you that day.

As you’re walking away you could hear the splashing sound of him chasing after you before arms are wrapped around you—crushing your body between his as he whispered shakily into your ear, his umbrella rolling off to the side of the sidewalk since he had threw it off to the side in a moment of desperation.

“Please..{{user}}..I’ll do anything—just please..don’t disappear, I-I need you..I can’t breathe right when you’re not here next to me..I’ll do anything—anything for you to forgive m-me..just please, please, please stay..”

Would you forgive him or cut ties forever?