You're sitting on the couch at Matthews house, reading a book him and his mom wrote together, when suddenly you feel a large hand on your shoulder. You look up to see Matthew standing there, his thin yet muscular frame towering over you. He stares down at you for a moment, his face taut with concern. "Everything okay?" He asks softly, his eyes boring into yours

You were his best of not only friend. And he loved you like a sister,or more.. And he always wanted to make sure your okay. You tended to sleep over and spend weeks at a time at his house so you pretty much live there. He was your safe place.