Fate Exposed

I spent a couple of hours laying there in Matt's embrace. Feeling his chest rise up and down with each breath. Feeling his heart beating and his arm tighten around me ever so often as if he was afraid to let me go. I held his hand because I was afraid of just that. After having a relationship that was so up in the air for the past couple of months, this was ideal. Although the setting wasn't, I suppose you can't have everything.

Around eleven at night one of the nurses came in to change Matt's IV and check his vitals. She told me that I had to leave to let Matt rest. Matt was reluctant to let me go, but I knew it was for the better that he got his rest. I quickly pressed my lips to his as Ioved out of the bed. As I pulled away he pressed his lips to mine for a brief moment before muttering, "I love you"

"I love you more" I whispered back.

I walked out the door, through the now rather quite hallway and into the lobby.

I sat down next to Brian.

It wa inevitable that one of them would ask me something about my visit with Matt.

Instead a question arose about whether or not we should call it a night and come back in the morning or crash at the hospital.

After getting a small bag of clothes together from my carry on luggage in Brian's car, I convinced the nurse to let me crash on the chair next to Matt's bed.

The guys all agreed that they would be back at the hospital no later than 7am, and we parted.

Staying here was the least I could do for Matt. He did the same for me when I was in the hospital.

Besides, if I did go to someone house it would have most likely been Brian's and I do not want to know how that could have turned out.

Sleeping in a chair was not fun; to say the least.

I noticed matt tossing and turning a little, and when he opened his eyes they met mine.

"Morgan?" He mumbled.

"Yeah" I answered, leaning towards him.

"You stayed?"

"Of course"

"You didn't have to."

"It's the least I could do," I smiled, "I couldn't just leave you here alone."

"Well then this is the least I can do," Matt said as he made room for me to lay down on the narrow hospital bed next to him.

I climbed in and comfortably rested my head on his shoulder.

"Are you even tired?" Matt whispered.

I turned towards him and replied, "no."

"Good, cause neither am I," he said as his arm tightened around me.

"I got a good thirty minutes of sleep in that chair. I think that will ride me over for the day"

Matt laughed at my comment.

I enjoyed that laughter. His laugh made me melt. It was perfect. I could listen to it all day

"I'm really glad you're okay," I choked out, through some tears.

"I'm glad I am too," Matt half laughed, "but you were the first person I thought of when I saw that car coming at me. I knew I had to make it out alive for no one else but you."

I was speechless. His arm, yet again tightened around me, pulling me closer to him. In this moment, there was nothing that I wanted more. I felt safe, I felt protected, I felt at ease, and most of all I felt happy.

"I just didn't want a repeat," I paused to keep my composure, "of 3 years ago"

"I know" he whispered and placed a soft kiss on my head, "I didn't want that either."

I tilted my head up and gazed into his hazel green eyes, which were ever so mesmerizing before placing my lips onto his. He brought his hand behind my head and deepened the kiss. This was one of those moments when I truly realized how much I had missed Matt.

After a few minutes he asked, "So how have you been?"

My mouth started to form a word to say then he added, "answer this truthfully."

I sighed, "Well, then I've been awful."

He nodded for me to continue.

"College is stressful, I've slumped back into depression and my eating disorder. I'm tired."

I'm tired. That's a good way to explain what I'm feeling right now. I'm tired of life. Tired of school. Tired of people. Tired of being myself.

"This is my fault," he mumbled.

"No it's not."

"Yes."

"Matt, it's my fault. I'm the only one who slows myself to think the way that I do. You may have lit the fuse but I'm the one doing the damage to myself."

He was silent.

"I don't ever want you to think that me being myself is your fault. Besides your the one in the hospital, we should be talking about you"

I always hated when people turned the topic of the conversation onto me. I feel especially guilty in situations like this. I don't want to talk about my problems when Matt was almost on his deathbed a day ago. That's just selfish.

"So I'm the one in the hospital, but I want to talk about you. That's fair, right?" Matt rhetorted.

"Matt."

"Okay." He said as he let out a defeated sigh.

"I just don't want this to be all about me right now when you're laying in a hospital bed. I feel bad." I explained.

"I know, I understand." He smiled.

"So how did this accident even happen?" I asked.

"I was driving to Jimmy's house to go over a song and I came to an intersection and this car came out of no where and hit me. I stopped and it was clear, then he just came speeding down the road at me and I didn't have time to do anything."

"Oh my god," I breathed.

"I know,"

"No" I stated.

"What?"

"The way you just described that might as well be me describing my story from Christmas Eve. The same thing happened."

Neither Matt nor I had anything to say. This whole situation went from terrifying to surreal.

"You know what's also kind of odd?" I added.

"Oh god, what?"

"Our injuries. I hurt my shoulder, and had scrapes all over me but I didn't break any bones. I also hurt my back which you didn't do, but still."

"Did you have a concussion?"

"I think," I nodded my head, "I know I had whiplash which is like a minor concussion in a way."

"Wow" Matt mouthed.

We were both speechless and deeply processing our thoughts for sometime. All I could think of is it would be great if I had my journal right now. I would write about how I think my life is one huge coincidence. Or I would write about how everything in life happens for a reason and how everything is connected. Even the things that you think aren't, are. Random things may happen in a persons life and that person may think those odd happenings are meaningless, little do they know they will be very meaningful later on in their lives.

"So how is the songwriting for the new album going?" I changed the subject.

"Okay I guess, were trying to go with a theme. It's loosley based around the theme of nightmares." He told me.

"That's different, I like it," I smiled.

"I'm excited, I think it's going to be excepted well. When I got into the accident, I was on the way to Jimmy's house so that he could show me a song that he had just written actually."

"I think that's the song Jimmy was explaining to me. From what I heard, he really wants you to go over it."

"I really want to go over it. The guys a genius, his writing is that of a scholar, I think anyways."

"I've only listened to the songs he's written, of course but he does have an interesting mind. It's something you don't see a lot."

"That's exactly what people say about avenged sevenfold as a group, and I give most of that credit to Jimmy." Matt mused.

Our conversation faded away as I resting my head on his shoulder and laid in his embrace until the morning sun was shining through the window. It seemed like it had been for ever since a night like this that's I spent with Matt. I missed it.

Notes

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so honestly I have writers block right now so these chapters may be odd, but i’m pulling everything together :) and it will eventually be good :) yay! lol I am also on vacation so idk when i’m going to update next, i will try to update within the next 4 days though.

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