will you surrender?
Author:Ā argentae
Summary:
He refreshes Davidās instagram feed knowing full well that nothing new will come up. Taps the picture of the bird, the broken one, the one that makes something pull at his chest when he looks at it for too long and imagines Davidās hand carefully passing over the paper. Hopes for any indication that he might be on his way, that he might come to make this night just the slightest bit more bearable for Matteo.
Info:Ā 2k | General | Neon-Butterflies āre-writeā
Notes: if youāre missing the boys (which, who are we kidding, who doesnāt?) this is the fic for you. It was written before the neon-butterfly episode dropped and it is honestly beyond me how close the author was to what actually happened? The feeling this fic gives me is exactly the feeling I had when watching these two idiots for the first time! All that pining, good god. But especially the feeling of discomfort Matteo had during the neon-butterfly clipĀ was crazy similar to this fic.
Sneak Peak:
āSorry, I gottaāā he doesnāt even finish the sentence, lets go of Sara and blindly pushes his way to his room.
For the second time in half an hour he stands with his back to the door, head pressed against the wood, and wishes the world would swallow him whole.
After a couple of seconds, he drags himself to the bed, sits down, head in his hands. Every time he closes his eyes he sees flashes of dark eyes and soft hands and birds with clipped wings. He hates how much he wants .
Thereās a knock on the door and Matteoās heart stills. He canāt go back out there. He canāt talk to anyone. If itās Sara looking for him again, he doesnāt know what heāll do. The door is pushed open, the music flooding his room.
Itās not Sara.
āIs it okay if I come in?ā Even when raising his voice enough to be heard over the music, Davidās tone is soft. All Matteo can do is nod.
