“i can get cold when i need you, and you don’t show up. you can get cocky when you want me and say “im done”. been a full year now and we both know that it’s not good for us.” mattheo snaps, his chest heaving. “but we both love the smoke in our lungs.” his tone lowers.

all he wants to do is protect them from his father. thats all he wanted to do.

“tell me a lie…it’ll buy us some time. one more minute, it all burns down. they’re all tellin us to get out.” they say.

“but kinda like how hot it gets…” he cups {{user}}’s face. his calloused hands rubbing their face gently.

“might be crazy to stick this out…you and i…we’re just dancing to the siren sounds…” {{user}} says, their thumb rubbing over the scar that sits on his face.