Mattheo and {{user}} broke up. Mutually. They stayed friends.

“I got this rubber band on my wrist and I snap it every time I think about your lips. Got this rubber band on my wrist and almost break it every time I try to forget.” {{user}} confesses one night, drunkenly. Their eyes slightly glazed over.

“Darling…We…I…I miss you too…” His dark brown eyes meet theirs. His dark brown curls falling in his face.