Cold State Line

The chords faded away on my piano. I was supposed to be writing for a new album, but I could only play love songs right now. My brain was on Haylee and only Haylee. She had been on my mind since the L.A. rodeo over two weeks ago. Apparently, they had headed to Reno. Though that rodeo wasn't until this week.

I missed her. I missed Haylee with every fiber of my being. All I wanted was to see her one more time, to hold her, to make love to her. I sighed. I was going gaga over this girl, and I didn't need the distraction.

"Matt?" a voice I hadn't heard in months sounded from upstairs. "Where are you?"

Walking up my stairs, I saw the woman who had shattered my heart earlier this year. "Val, what are you doing here?"

She walked up to me, dressed in monster heels and with her ass hanging out. Val pressed a kiss to my cheek and looked me up and down. I knew she didn't like my outfit. Of everything we fought about, my clothes were her preferred topic.

"You look good, Matty," she said and headed to my kitchen.

"Val... seriously, why are you here?"

She opened my fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer, opening them and handing one to me. I silently took the bottle and waited for her to tell me what she was doing. Val always wanted to be as dramatic about things as possible. I tried my best not to lose my temper.

"I miss us." She looked at me, a small smile on her face. "I want to be together again."

Was she fucking serious? This woman had broken my heart. She had smashed our relationship into a thousand pieces when she said she didn't want to marry me, and now she wanted us back together. Why the fuck was she playing games with me?

"Are you fucking serious?" I set the beer down with a thud. "You broke my heart, Val, and I still cared about you for long after. Why are you doing this?"

Val had tears in her eyes. "I made a mistake, Matt. I had cold feet. You were the only man I have ever been with, and I thought we were just taking the next logical step because we'd been together for so long."

"That wasn't just a check item on a list for me. I wanted to be your husband, Val. I wanted to wake up to you every morning... and you decided to kill it off."

"I made a mistake," Val said, setting her own bottle down. "I was wrong, okay? What else do you want me to say?"

I didn't have an immediate response, at least not one that wouldn't hurt her. "It's too late, Valary. I don't feel the same way anymore. If you had just told me all of this instead of leaving, it would have been different. But here we are, and I just don't love you anymore."

"Well, that sucks, Matt, because I still love you."

Notes

OH BOY! What's gonna happen?

Side note: I love the Sanders' relationship and Val, so no ill harm meant to her. Val and Matt are like goals!