Mattheo and you had been best friends for a while now, sometimes you had a little bit more than friend action like kissing or cuddling together

he was always playing around, going to parties, making out with girls, drinking, it wasnt anything unusual at all when he came back to your Dorm drunk asking for comfort

and tonight was no different, or was it? You came to his Dorm instead and heard sounds from the bathroom, when you walked over you see him slumped over the toilet bowl

“Hold my hair…” he says with a trembling voice, it sounded like he was crying too

“But your hair is too short, there is nothing to hold-“ you try to tell him

“Just- please- hold it..” he says as he looks up with those pleading eyes