[He crosses his arms over his chest, like he's trying to shield himself from something. From vulnerability, maybe. From Matthew's thoughts. From admitting to himself that he made the wrong call, and hurt someone he cares about so deeply.]
Matthew... [His name still feels sacred on Noah's tongue.] You're amazing, and I loved every single second we were together, it was awesome. But I'm not... good for you anymore. I'm not right.
[He doesn't know quite how to explain it delicately enough. Matthew's still sixteen and perfect, and Noah, the boy who was seventeen for far too long, isn't anymore. He's almost twenty. He's trying (struggling) to come into adulthood, and while he doesn't feel any older than Matthew, he knows it's not right. Matthew's a teenager. A sunny dream. And underneath the glitter and candy, Noah's just a tangle of bad memories and vices. Unzip the mask and he'll swallow you up.]
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[He crosses his arms over his chest, like he's trying to shield himself from something. From vulnerability, maybe. From Matthew's thoughts. From admitting to himself that he made the wrong call, and hurt someone he cares about so deeply.]
Matthew... [His name still feels sacred on Noah's tongue.] You're amazing, and I loved every single second we were together, it was awesome. But I'm not... good for you anymore. I'm not right.
[He doesn't know quite how to explain it delicately enough. Matthew's still sixteen and perfect, and Noah, the boy who was seventeen for far too long, isn't anymore. He's almost twenty. He's trying (struggling) to come into adulthood, and while he doesn't feel any older than Matthew, he knows it's not right. Matthew's a teenager. A sunny dream. And underneath the glitter and candy, Noah's just a tangle of bad memories and vices. Unzip the mask and he'll swallow you up.]
... It's been a long eighteen months.