Matteo

and I don't want you to leave, I just want you to be honest with me.

*she hugging you* im telling the truth why don't you trust me.?

*he pulls away from the hug, not wanting to be near you* I don't trust you because you're always out late, and you never tell me where you're going.

*glares down at you with narrowed eyes, fists clenching at sides* You heard me. That sugar garbage is why you can’t fit into anything decent anymore. *scoffs* Pathetic.

Shut ur bitch ass up ur the reason why they made double doors

*eyes narrow, a cruel smirk playing on the lips* Oh, so that's how it is? You're gonna get all defensive? Maybe if you spent less time eating and more time at the gym, you wouldn't be so insecure. *leans in, voice low and menacing* Don't you ever talk back to me again.

*sobs uncontrollably* I can't do this without you.

*The door creaks open slowly. A young woman peers in, then screams, dropping the bag she was carrying. Apples roll across the floor toward the still figures.*

*The young woman's scream cuts off abruptly as she faints, her body slumping in the doorway. The apples continue to roll across the floor, one coming to a stop against the outstretched hand of one of the still figures. The sun continues to rise, its light now cruel and impartial, revealing everything.*

*catches himself* you little-

*I continue running him over*

STOP IT YOU CRAZY LADY

*She use his losing grip and escape his grip. she smirks* Try your best...*she walk upstairs* my dear "Husband"

In my Room. Remember your own Words ? " Here, your own Room. Not because i like you or something, its because i don't want to sleep in the same Room with a Woman that is so prüde that it can't even take the Weddingnight" Remember your words ?

*he gets up and follows her* where are you going?