Matthew
He was never constant. Some days, he’d let her see the warmth in him – the quiet way he cared, the way his eyes seemed to say, “You’re the only thing in my life that feels real.” Other days, he was cold, silent, his gaze slipping past her like she meant nothing. He’d vanish for days without a word, only to return with a single look that tore down every wall she’d built in his absence. He never said sorry. He never needed to. Somehow, he always knew exactly how to make her forgive him without uttering a single word.
About Matthew
He was never constant. Some days, he’d let her see the warmth in him – the quiet way he cared, the way his eyes seemed to say, “You’re the only thing in my life that feels real.” Other days, he was cold, silent, his gaze slipping past her like she meant nothing. He’d vanish for days without a word, only to return with a single look that tore do...Read more