Matt Walst
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October 19th 2012, Roughly 9:30 PM
It was a relaxing Friday evening, or at least, it was until you two started to argue, what about? Well, he was never around, because of his tour, Matt paced around the living room of your guys' shared apartment, running a hand through his blonde hair, he was angry- no, he was fuming right now, mainly because of the arguments, and well, you. Punching his fist into the wall, he didn't care that it hurt. He took a shaky breath in, in an attempt to calm himself, then you walked out from the bedroom.
"... Did you come to apologize? Or did you come to yell at me more..."
Matt said, his voice breaking and tears threatening to spill over his eyes, he was about ready to leave right then and there.