This'll probably be the last Matt/TK drabble for awhile...
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Matt lit up another cigarette, still sitting on the balcony outside his apartment. He'd been there for the better part of the past five hours, watching the night creep up on the city. The door slid open behind him, and Sora stepped through, gently closing the sliding glass and walking up to her husband to comfort him.
"You should come inside," Sora pleaded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "It's getting cold out and the kids are worried about you."
Matt simply took another drag of his cigarette, then asked, "Did they call?"
Sora nodded. "Twice. I told them you'd gone to bed early, but they always seem to know when I'm lying."
"I'll be in soon."
"I always know when you're lying, too. I'm bringing you inside before you fall asleep out here and get frostbite. Besides, you need to stop smoking. At this rate, you'll..." She trailed off, looking uncomfortable.
"Wind up dead before my time?" Matt finished the sentence for her sarcastically, trying to bite back the swell of emotion that rose up in his chest.
She whispered, "Yeah..." in his ear and leaned forward, tears falling from her eyes and dampening his cheeks.
By this point, Matt couldn't tell whether he was crying or not. He'd done so much of it in the past week that it seemed as though he'd been crying non-stop since the day he was born. If only... if only it hadn't turned out this way. It wasn't supposed to, at least. He should've been the one to kick the bucket first; not TK. That was the most depressing part—the fact that now he had to live without his younger brother in his life. It wasn't something Matt ever pictured himself doing, and it certainly was not something he was looking forward to.
Imagine, being only sixty-four and already wishing you could leave this planet for good. Matt had been looking forward to retirement for years now. He'd planned on vacationing everywhere, visiting family and friends and spending time with Sora—just the two of them. But now a heavy black cloud hung over his head in the wake of TK's untimely death. The funeral had been earlier that day and it had left Matt in this pathetic state—desolate, depressed and smoking his life down the drain.
Watching the night time sky from his balcony made him feel better and worse all at once; better, because it was so beautiful and that was where TK belonged, but worse because it was so far away and out of reach. Even if he went out to space again at this very moment, he'd still be light years away from his brother.
Wrinkled, cold hands came to rest upon Sora's as sobs shook Matt's body and hot tears made their way across his saddened cheeks.
One day… I'll see you again, TK. Wait for me.
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