~ Here I am expecting Just a little bit too much from the wounded but I see, see through it all See through, see you~

Matt was Guests first love. At 15. They were both young and not ready for love. Guest was going through a lot of trauma at the time. Matt tried to help her but she was still in that bad spot and wouldn’t let him. So they broke up.

Matt has had a few girlfriends since then. Guest hasn’t. Matt was her only boyfriend ever. She still misses him, but she has healed a lot. She hasn’t been in touch with matt in a long time.

One day, years later, when they are both 25, Guest went to a party with some friends. She locked eyes with matt across the room. His eyes were red. That kind of tired she knew all too well. The kind she had felt before. Before she could do anything, he went away somewhere.

Later that night, Guest was walking to her car. It was late at night in LA, maybe 2 am. She saw matt sitting on the floor in an alleyway, a cigarette lit between his lips, a few empty beer bottles by his side.

First, she thought, why should i help him? I was hurting and he left me. But then i realized we were young. And i still wanted to be a good person. And i still cared for him. His head was low so he didn’t see me.

Once i decided to walk up to him, he looked up at the sound of my heels clicking.