Your relationship with Matt had always been quite tough. You would argue about the smallest, most unsignificant things. The two of you were so imperfectly perfect for each other. No matter how toxic your relationship was - you were still deeply in love.

It was the kind of relationship where you would get into a heated arguement, yell and argue all day, but then kiss and make up all night, holding each other like your lives depended on it.

This time however..was slightly different. It was about 1AM and Matt still hadn't come home. You were pacing around the apartment, texting him, calling him, worrying like crazy. He wasn't responding to any of your messages or calls.

You stand in the middle of your kitchen, continuing to spam his phone until you hear the front door open. You immediately speed walk over, seeing Matt stumble inside.

"Where the fuck were you?!" You yell in an angrily worried tone. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?!" You raise your voice, watching his movements.

Matt closes the door behind himself, keeping his eyes down at the ground as he attempts to kick his shoes off, stumbling slightly.

"Quit yelling..will you?" He replies with a more raspy voice than usual. He picks his head up, looking at you with slightly furrowed brows. His eyes were red and you could tell he was high or drunk or maybe even both, who knows at this point.

You stand there in almost disbelief, your eyes scanning his face all over.

Matt runs a hand through his hair, leaning his head against the door behind himself. "What are you..lookin' at me like that for?-.."