A/N- Oh I know you all are dying at the gif. 

Why hello my Hotties! How are you all? Today's chapter has taken me forever to write because when I went to go put it into Grammarly to check everything, instead of copy and pasting, it just deleted everything. So yeah, long story short, I have been rewriting this chapter for the past three days and I am just so happy about that.

There really isn't much I gotta say besides this one is over 6000 words... so without further ado, let's get this party started. 

Chapter 13

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 "Because I belong with you, and only you."

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Matt ever so rarely remembered his dreams. Maybe it was because he didn't sleep long enough to have a dream, or the imaginative side of his brain was completely shot, but either way, he never questioned it.

Oddly enough, it seemed the night before had provided him with a dream. Not just any dream though, one that was vivid. This dream was more realistic than he ever had conjured before. He felt as if every detail was in his touch. Realistic and beautiful. He dreamt of their life. Holly and Matt's future.

Holly was sitting on the kitchen counter wearing one of his shirts as she sipped from a mug that was letting out small steam swirls out of the top of the liquid. The morning light of a winter day shone onto her face, creating a white haze over her muddy-green eyes as she peered over in his direction with a smile that lit up the room even more.

Soft music played from a spinning record in the corner. The room smelt like coffee and maple syrup as Holly jumped down from the counter, facing Matt with the sweet honey smile she usually wore. Every aspect of this dream kept getting better and better for him as her hands found his collar, pulling him closer to her as their lips crashed together. Warmth spread to his chest, expanding it to a new extreme as his hands wrapped around her body, pulling her closer.

But, as Holly pulled back, the sweet like sugar smile that she wore faded. Instead, it was replaced with something hurtful. A look of betrayal. The light from outside became dim as the record hit its endpoint, letting out an 'oomph' as the needle pressed down to the middle of the vinyl.

Before Matt could say anything, the sound of a voice appeared from behind him. Albeit, this voice was new, he knew exactly who it was. A form of familiarity lingered in the air.

"Do you think you can keep her safe?" Wilson Fisk questioned. Matt turned back, watching as Holly stood next to Fisk wearing the same look of betrayal on her face that she wore just moments ago. "Just like your mother and your father, you will push her away. You will get her killed."

"Your not real," Matt said calmly, despite the fact his heart was beating at a rapid speed.

"Then why are you scared, Matthew?" Fisk questioned, placing his hand on Holly's shoulder as he moved her in front of him. Fisk pulled a knife from his coat pocket, flicking the needle up as he pressed it to the skin of Holly's neck.

Before Matt could even move, Holly's blood splattered onto the floor below as the skin of her neck sliced in half. His breathing hitched as he tried to move, but he couldn't. His feet were planted on the floor below him as the entire room grew dark. He called out her name, yelling it into the dark abyss that he called his dream.

And just like that, the illusion had ended.

Matt shot up from his side of the bed, sweat moving down his chest as it covered the spot where he rested. His breathing was nimble as he attempted to catch his breath. He could hear the blood buzzing in his veins as his ears grew a high-pitched sound that wouldn't leave.

"Matt." Holly's hands moved to his shoulders, pressing down on them. Slowly his breathing became pacific as he felt his heartbeat calm. "Take three deep breaths." He followed her words, taking deep breaths as she did the same. "What happened?"

Matt's head turned in her direction, shaking her comment off as he gave her a faint outline of a smile.

"Nothing." He shook his head. "Just a bad dream, that's all."

Holly furrowed her brows, not fully believing his words. "Are you sure that's all?" She questioned. "Cause it seems like something else is going on."

Matt shook his head as he took her hand in his, pressing his lips to the back of it. "I would never lie to you, Holly Nelson."

Holly gave him a small smile back, keeping his duvet over her body as she moved the same hand to his face, bringing him closer as she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His head stayed lowered for a moment longer. His cheeks were covered by his warm palm of Holly as she swiped her thumb over his cheek.

"If you say so." She responded, taking her hand back as she fell back into the mattress. Matt followed her down, snaking his arms around her waist as she reached for her phone. She let out a small groan before wiping her hands over her face. "Shit, it's 5:45. I gotta ready for work."

Just as Holly tried to move, Matt's grip became harder as he tugged her closer in his direction. Holly let out a small laugh as she moved her hands down to his, trying to pry his large hands from her waist.

"Matt," Holly groaned, realizing her tactics for getting him off of her weren't working. She laughed as Matt continued to pull her closer to him. "I have to get ready for work. I have a shift at 6:30 and I can't be late again. Plus, you have to start getting ready soon too."

"Just quit your job." Matt's words were muffled against Holly's back. He pressed small butterfly kisses against her spine, moving up to her shoulders, then her collarbone, and finally stopping at her neck. Holly was tempted by his words, finding herself letting out trivial pleased noises as she sunk back into the mattress. "If you stay here for the day, I'll keep kissing you. Trust me, I don't plan on stopping anytime soon." Matt smirked against her skin.

Holly found her eyes fluttering shut, just before she realized that she was beginning to fall back asleep.

"No." She woke herself up, shooting from her spot. "I can't. I want to stay, believe me on that, but I can't." Holly swung her feet out from Matt's bed, landing on the hardwood floor as she stood up fully.

Matt leaned back into his spot defeated. He knew he should have kept his grip on her tighter. Rubbing his hands over his face as exhaustion pooled over him, he responded.

"Yeah, your right," Matt murmured as he sat up. He pressed his hand against the bruise on his ribs as he perched from his side of the bed. He padded across the floor to where Holly was standing, pressing the palm of his hands onto her arms from behind her as he planted a kiss on her cheek. "I hate when you make me go to work."

"It's either that or Foggy looks for you himself, and you know he would." Matt chuckled at her words. "And then he'll end up coming to your place and he'll see us curled up together and will flip his-."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Matt bleated, moving back as he took his hands from her body. "Work it is then." Holly turned back to him as he placed his finger under her chin, lifting her head slightly as he planted a clement kiss on her lips.

They were like teenagers with each other. Their hands couldn't stay off the others for more than five minutes without feeling bare. If Foggy knew about any of this--oh how Matt would be a dead man.

Matt just wished that their biggest concern was just Foggy finding out about them. Instead, he was now concerned about Fisk no longer being on retainer and being introduced to the public as a hero. He wanted a day of ease. A day where they could both swim in a pool of abundance and peace, living in the perfect bubble that they both had created for themselves. But he knew that couldn't happen.

"You sure everything's okay?" Holly questioned once more.

Matt snapped back into reality as he smiled down at her. "Yeah, of course."

Holly nodded. "Okay..." She didn't fully believe him-- but after all--he said he wouldn't lie to her, right? Matt could feel her curious gaze seeing right through him before she spoke again. "Just wanted to make sure."

Holly told Matt that she was going to shower just before walking out of the room and closing the bathroom door behind her. Matt walked back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge as he rested his elbows on his knees while his hands covered his mouth.

He wanted to tell her the truth, mainly because he knew sooner or later she would figure it out herself. Yet, some part of him felt that if she found out on her own, he would still be considered her hero. He needed to tell her that the article didn't get published in time, nor that they didn't have any leverage on Fisk.

But every time her lips would press against his skin, his words would get shunned away.

"This doesn't change anything," Karen said walking out from behind her desk. Her heartbeat wasn't the usual steady and calm beat she usually had, but rather, it was fast beating and uneasy. "We can still catch him. There has to be a newspaper, a file, something, anything that can get him put away."

"Did you not see the news?" Foggy questioned. His tone wasn't malicious, it was just fearful. Matt didn't think anyone in the room knew what their next move was. They were only worried about the next chapter in the book of the citizens of Hell's Kitchen. "This changes everything. Now, the monster who we were trying to expose has exposed himself and somehow gotten credit for being a hero."

"Foggy's right," Ben stated. His arms were crossed over the jacket that he wore. "My editor thinks this guy is some sort of second coming, a raging hero, just like the entire city."

Karen took a deep breath, placing her hands over her face as she groaned. "Okay well," She ran her hands down her face, clasping them together. "We keep digging. We find something, anything-"

"It's not that easy Karen." Matt interrupted. making all heads snap in his direction. "Within less than ten hours the internet went from having nothing on Fisk to now talking about this sob story of a little fat kid from Hell's Kitchen. Father abandoned him when he was twelve and his mother died a year later, now he's a guy trying to help his city." Matt's voice became vexed with just the thought of the media seeing him like that.

"My partner thinks we should be pursuing this through the legal system," Foggy said with small hinted irritation in his tone as he looked at Ben. Matt had just met Ben for the first time less than ten minutes ago, so they still had some catching up to do. "I disagree though. The legal system isn't powerful enough to stop a guy like Fisk."

Ben shrugged, "That would be the safer option."

"Well, then why don't we just all crawl under the covers and hide until this is all over?" Karen questioned, perplexed. "If that's the way we plan on taking this."

"Karen-"

"No Matt, I'm being serious." Karen cut him off. "If Fisk is really behind all of this why are we even giving him a chance to portray himself as some sort of God-sent hero? We need to get the truth out there. The truth is that he's been responsible for every shit show accident that Hell's Kitchen has had to deal with for the past month. Ben, we have all that information that guy in the mask gave you, why don't we use it."

"It's hearsay." Matt stated simply, "We need a reliable witness to undergo everything. Say that Fisk was a part of it instead of the masked man." He referred to himself. He still found that weird--calling himself the masked man.

Foggy shook his head, "Wait a second, I'm not so sure about all that." He looked at everyone in the room. "Holly was there the night that detective was killed. She said that The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen did it."

"She also said that something was off about the whole situation." Matt countered quickly. When all heads were turned in his direction, he spoke up again. "Or, that's what I heard her telling your parents." He mumbled, "Either way, we don't have a reliable source claiming it was Fisk."

"I'm just saying, in the hard drive that masked guy gave me it said that Fisk was a part of all this rather than him." Ben countered. "Part of me believes him. I mean really, this guy could have snapped my neck on the spot yet he didn't. Maybe he isn't this cold-blooded killer the media is portraying him as."

"So what?" Foggy questioned. His tone wasn't necessarily annoyed, just confused. "You're claiming an eyewitness, hell, my sister, is lying about all of this?"

"I never said that, I'm just saying we don't have the full story," Ben said. "Holly said something was off. Maybe she wasn't sharing everything with you."

Foggy paused, considering the idea that Holly was lying to him. He thought about the day he took her to breakfast, and how weird she was acting. Or the night he dropped her wallet off when she was almost ushering him out the door. She had been acting off recently. Maybe it was just because she had been so busy at the hospital. She never handled stress well so perhaps it was starting to get to her.

"Have we tried getting a statement from Hoffman?" Karen impugned. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she looked straight forward at Ben. She was desperate for any form of information at this point. "Maybe we can get his statement and Holly's, add them together, see the difference."

"Tried to this morning," Ben said. "But couldn't get into the hospital with all the added security."

"Added security?" Matt's brows furrowed. "What added security?"

Ben turned to Matt, "Didn't you hear? Fisk was visiting the hospital on personal matters today."

Holly sat on the edge of Mr. James' bed, talking a leg off a table as she went on about her birthday party as they played a game of spades together.

Arthur smiled at how happy Holly was. He could hear it in her tone the excitement that was drawn across her mind at the thought of this mystery man she spoke so often about. Whoever this guy was, Arthur was proud of him. Proud for being a gentleman who cares for kindhearted women like Holly--unlike the many in the world who are drawn to taking advantage of people like her.

"And then-" Holly took a sip from her cup of coffee. "He says ' I'm glad I'm here too with the most amazing smile I have sworn I've ever seen and I just-" Holly pauses, staring at the man in front of her who wore an amused look on his face with his eyebrows raised. "What's that look for?"

"Your swooning."

"Am not."

"Are too."

Holly playfully rolls her eyes, "I'm just telling you about the events of my night, that's all." She pauses, seeing that Mr. James wasn't fully convinced. "Okay, fine. What if I am swooning? He's my boyfriend I'm allowed to swoon."

Mr. James chuckled. "Oh, Holly." He shook his head. "You are head over heels for this guy, and from what you're telling me he's already fallen for you." He smiled at her, the wrinkles on his cheeks growing larger. "I'm happy for you, honey."

He placed a card down on the table as Holly spoke.

"You're not gonna try and convince me to break up with him?" Holly questioned as she placed her card down. "What happened to me being your hospital wife? You're just gonna let me cheat on you so easily?"

Mr. James looked up at Holly through his glasses as he smiled. "I think it's time I let you go. After all, we may not be seeing much of each other once I get done with the trial run." He placed his card down. "What are you planning on doing once I leave? Gonna replace me with another old man with dementia?" He probed. "If you do, make sure he isn't the guy in room 301," He muttered under his breath. "That guy's a creep."

Holly looked at him, "Arthur, you know I could never replace you." She placed her card down, "Your my one and only." She smiled in his direction as his gaze shifted between the TV that played 'I love Lucy' and Holly. "Besides, I'll make sure and keep and touch. If you try to ignore me just remember I have your address and I will stalk you until you talk to me again."

Arthur laughed, "Threat taken, Ms. Nelson." He listened as Holly's alarm went off on her phone. She let out a small sigh at the sound of it before placing her final card on the table. He frowned at the sound of her disappointment. "Leaving already, Holly?"

"Yep." She said, standing up. "I'm assisting downstairs in the pregnancy ward so I need to get down there before one of those ladies pops a baby out." Arthur laughed at her words, watching as she headed for the door.

"Holly." His voice called out as she turned back to him. "Tell your swoon I say hello and that if he hurts you I'll beat him on top of the head with my walker." He placed his hand on the walker that rested next to his nightstand.

Holly beamed as she let out a laugh. "I'll make sure to tell him."

Arthur smiled, waving Holly off just as she left the room and headed down the long hallway.

As Holly pressed the button for the elevator, her name was called out from behind her by a familiar voice. As she turned back, a woman with dark hair approached her with a clipboard in hand, and a small smile lining her lips.

"Holly Nelson, just the person I needed," Shirley said, stopping in front of her. Holly was confused. Never in the four years of working at Metro-General had she ever really had a conversation with Shirley. Hell, she didn't even think she knew who she was. "Do you mind if I steal a moment of your time?"

Holly hesitated over her words as she pointed back to the elevator. "I wouldn't mind it's just I'm on call on floor six in two minutes."

Shirley hummed indifferently at the conflict. "I'll find someone to cover for you for the rest of the day," Shirley reassured her. "This is more important." She added, "there's someone here who wants to speak with you."

Holly furrowed her brows as her lips slightly parted. "Who?"

Holly was panicked deep down despite how calm Shirley seemed to go about her words, "Remember that man who donated a large amount to the hospital last year? He was the reason we were able to buy the new medical equipment for the psych ward and expand the ORs?"

Holly nodded. The silence seemed to prolong with her words. Suddenly, Holly's stomach had a feeling that was growing more urgent by the second. Something was hanging in the air, something that Holly didn't like.

"Well, come to find out that person seems to be more involved in the community than I thought," Shirley said quickly, yet hushed as the muscles in Holly's stomach began to tense. "He wants to speak with you about what happened the other night. In hopes that you can clear some things up and possibly even go to court to testify against that devil guy." She waved her hand.

Holly couldn't speak. All she could do was remain completely still until her body caught up with Shirley's words. The shiver that ran down Holly's spine had nothing to do with the cold. It was pure paralyzing fear.

Holly tried to speak, " I uh-" She pointed behind her. "Shirley I'm really busy today and I-"

"Holly." Shirley cut her off. Her face grew softer as the kind expression left her face. "This isn't an asking, It's a demand." Holly froze again. "Head down to floor one, you'll find a security guard by the elevator who will take you to the conference room."

And just like that, Holly wished she had never left Matt's apartment that morning.

Holly felt like a child walking to a principal's office.

You know the feeling. When you get called into the principles office without knowing why and then suddenly every bad thing you've ever done on school property starts running into your mind. Your questioning if you should just lie, or tell the truth. Whether to stay, or fake a throw-up mess on the floor so you can get called home by your mom and hopefully avoid the talk until the next day.

Holly wouldn't need to fake a throw-up accident--she was already halfway there. With every step she took, one more bit of bile arose in the back of her throat and caused her to choke. She couldn't talk to the security officer, mainly because she felt as if she was on the verge of tears, and talking would do absolutely nothing to help her. Maybe she could run away and have him tazze her? That way she could get out of this mess.

As she stopped in front of the conference room door, she could see a large figure dressed in all white hiding behind the stained glass. She swallowed quickly, her hands shakily moving towards the handle as she pushed down on it and opened the door.

Three heads--all of which were attached to middle-aged men with short grey hair and thin bodies turned in her direction. But one head remained down. One head was attached to a broad figure dressed in an all-white suit.

As the door creaked behind Holly, she watched as the man in the all-white suit looked up in her direction. He offered something between a smirk and a smile, attempting to welcome her into the dark conference room in which two lights hung over the tables. The light from the window was doing absolutely nothing. The sun was hiding behind the clouds that day, giving little to no light to the city.

"Ms. Nelson." The man in the white suit said, motioning to the seat in front of her. "It's a pleasure."

To Holly, this was anything but a pleasure.

She didn't say a word as she took the seat in front of her. A man to her side walked up from behind her, holding a pot of coffee in his hand as he offered it to her. She waved a hand, giving him a small smile as she declined his offer.

"You're probably wondering why I've asked to see you..." The man said, " My name is-"

"Wilson Fisk." Holly finished his sentence without even realizing it. Fisk no longer wore the smirk on his face, just a faint smile. It was almost as if he was offended that she cut him off. "Sorry I just-"

"Please don't apologize, Ms. Nelson." He shook his head. "You must have seen me on the news. It seems I've made quite a few appearances in one day."

Appearances? What appearances? Was this what Matt was hiding this morning? Holly swallowed her questions as he continued speaking. She found herself picking at the skin of her finger in her lap. With every strand of skin that was ripped off, a small amount of blood trickled down her finger and onto her light blue scrubs.

"I'm here today to speak to you about the incident a few days back. The one involving detective Hoffman, Detective Blake, and-" He breathed. "The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen." There it was. Another trickle of blood ran down her finger and onto her lap as the picking became more intense. "Do you mind speaking with me about that day? Perhaps, telling me what you saw." He eyed Holly. "We just want to get as much justice for Detective Hoffman as possible considering he tried to save Detective Blake that night. Not only would it be helpful to have a witness standpoint, but it would also help to have a medical standpoint as well."

Holly had a vivid image of that night run into her mind -- along with the fear she felt. But also every face that she came into contact with that night, including the detective. She remembered the layout of the room, every single word she said to Matt. She remembered how Matt had treated her like fragile glass, begging for her to lie for his sake so she could make it home that night. Most of all though, she remembered the look on Detective Blake's dying face. The fear coursed through his body and made his face grow pale, the sound of the heart monitor as it beeped as loud as it possibly could, practically yelling for someone-anyone-to help the dying man.

She suddenly felt anger. Anger for the fact that the man in front of her was questioning her about the events of that night despite the fact he knew what would have happened before Detective Hoffman even said hello to Holly. He was the reason she lived in fear. He was the reason she would have to live the rest of her life knowing a man died on her watch because she didn't speak up and tell the truth.

"Why are you here?" Holly questioned. Her voice was as meek as a child's, yet in her mind, it was as harsh as sandpaper.

Fisk's eyebrows furrowed. "As I mentioned before, I'm here to speak with you-"

"No, but why are you here?" She questioned again, cutting his words off. Her tone became more aggressive as the men next to Fisk looked over in his direction to find some sort of confirmation as to what to do. "With all due respect, your are not a lawyer, nor a police officer, so why are you here?"

Fisk took a deep breath, "I am a concerned citizen who is trying to understand the full story as to what happened." He added, "That's all Ms. Nelson. I'm not trying to go against you, I just want to hear the full story."

Holly wanted this to go quickly. She wanted to leave. She stopped picking at the skin of her hand as she sat back in her chair. She knew what she needed to say to please him. He wanted to hear her say that The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen was the man involved in the killing and that he is the reason Detective Blake isn't alive, to tell the truth of the matter.

But at the same time, she also knew that if she didn't speak up now, she never would be able to.

"I was standing outside keeping watch of the area while Bret Mahoney used the restroom. I told him I would stay until he got back." Holly nodded. "About thirty seconds after he left, I heard the sound of a heart monitor. Being in a hospital all day every day, you hear a lot of those monitors, so I waited for a second just to make sure I wasn't just hearing things." She continued, "Then, about fifteen seconds later and after the heart monitor continued beeping louder and faster, I heard the sound of the window opening."

Fisk's expression changed on his face. He knew where this was going and he wasn't happy.

Fisk's hands were clasped together as he clenched them tightly. His knuckles turned white at the pressure as both men next to him looked down at his fists and then at Holly.

"In my original statement to the police I said The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen was the one who killed Detective Blake...but now that I'm replaying it in my mind that can't be right." She shook her head as a small bit of pride coursed through her mind. She liked the expression he wore. The expression of knowing he wasn't winning, but instead the expression of knowing he had just made the situation worse for himself. "Because Mr. Fisk, the window opened after the heart monitor started to go off."

Holly sat up, waiting for him to respond but he didn't. "I'm not saying that The Masked Man didn't have something to do with it...but I am saying that the Detective that your claiming is some hero from above who is as innocent as a lamb may be the lion in this situation. That's just my take from all this."

Finally, Fisk found it in himself to speak to the woman in front of him. Holly wasn't afraid of him, which was odd considering he was about tipple her size and could probably lift her with one hand. Yet, as she spoke, she knew she had more power over him. Because she still had the ace of spades lying in the back of her mind.

"Ms. Nelson, may I ask what you mean by that?" He questioned for clarity, although he knew exactly what she meant.

Holly leaned forward, "What I'm saying is, something's off about all of this. The attacks, the timing, everything is just off." She paused. "So, with all due respect, unless your an officer, FBI agent, or hell, any form of the government, I will not speak with you anymore about that night because legally, you can't hold me here let alone force me to take time away from my job just because you claim to be a concerned citizen." She continued. "Because I guarantee you there are about 45,000 other people in Hell's Kitchen just as concerned as you yet they aren't taking time away from my day asking for the details of that night."

Fisk listened as she continued speaking. She was on a rampage, and she wasn't stopping anytime soon.

Holly's voice lowered, "You can hide behind fancy suits and big smiles, but you can't hide from the truth."

Fisk's fists were balled up so tight to the point that they were white. His voice remained calm despite his fast-beating heart. "And what is that truth, Ms. Nelson?"

Just as Holly opened her mouth to speak, the door swung open rapidly.

Holly's head turned back as Matt's figure stood in the middle of the door. His eyes were covered by his glasses but Holly could see the written anger and concern that rested on his face as his head was faced in the direction of Fisk.

Fisk remembered this man. He was the same one that had met Vanessa at the galley. Instantly, his knuckles released as he spoke. Holly finally caught the note of what she had said and it hit her how aggressive she had gotten with the man in front of her. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy seeing him go from arrogant and prideful to scared and angry.

"Mr. Murdock, is it?" He questioned. "May I ask why you're interrupting us?"

Matt walked towards Holly, gently grabbing her by the arm as he led her back and out of the room. "I'm here to grab my client. She's done."

Matt lead Holly out of the room as she stumbled over her own feet with how fast she was walking. Her body was still in utter shock as she heard her blood buzzing in her ears. Matt's voice was still as he remained silent the entire way out of the hospital, holding Holly's shaky hand in his as he gripped it tight.

"Do you not care that the entire world sees you as a monster?" Holly exasperated, tossing her arms in the air. They had been in an argument for the past ten minutes, talking for the first time since they had left the hospital. "Because I'm not even the one who's running around out there and hell I think I care more than you!"

"I never said that. I do care!"

"Then why are you letting yourself become public enemy number one!" Holly pushed herself from the couch, standing so she was now facing Matt. He shook his head as his hands planted on his hips as Holly spoke, "You have a chance, Matt. A chance for people to see you other than just the Devil Of Hell's Kitchen or a wanna-be avenger gone rampage."

"I know, Holly-"

"Then why are you letting Fisk become the hero?" She questioned. Her voice was rasping against her throat. Harsh like a rock against sandpaper.

"Because I am trying to keep you safe!" Matt shouted, stopping their back-and-forth yelling. Finally letting the room become silent as Matt's voice broke. "I care about you more than I should, Holly, and I hate that." He shook his head. "I hate that I care for you so much because if Fisk ever goes after anyone to get to me, It'll be you!"

Holly hated yelling. Her entire life, she would cover her ears the second that somebodies voice raised at her. Now, as she stood in front of Matt as he shouted, she wanted to cover her ears. She wanted to be hugged, pulled into someone's chest while being told everything was okay. Yet, at this moment, she found her eyes pooling with tears as Matt shouted, unable to hide from it.

"I want people to know the truth." Matt pointed as tears filled the waterline of his bare eyes. "Hell, I want the world to know that I am not a killer. I want people to stop coming after me for something I didn't even fucking do!" Tears ran down Matt's face. "But If I do that, your life is at risk and I swear to fucking God Holly if something ever happened to you I'm not sure If I would ever be able to recover because you-God-you are the only thing keeping me sane right now!"

Holly watched Matt after those words left his mouth. He completely broke down in front of her as tears continued streaming down her face. He faced down, trying to find words but he couldn't. As if he was drowning, he gasped for air as he attempted to speak, finding no words coming out.

"I-" He paused. "I have lost everyone in my life, Holly. I- I can't lose you." His head faced back up as Holly listened to him. "I pray to God every day that I don't lose you and I know that he'll try his hardest but- I need you. I need you so fucking much, and I need to take care of you and keep you safe." He paused. "Because I belong with you, and only you."

Holly watched as Matt mentally collapsed. She rushed over, pulling him in as he placed his head in the crook of her neck. Her hands ran through his hair, keeping him closer to her.

"Matt, I won't leave you. I promise you that." Holly reassured him. "You're never going to be alone."

His arms wrapped around her, tears flowing freely. At that moment, there in her arms, he felt safe. Safe to cry and not be rejected. Safe to relax and let out his pain and worries. Matt felt warm and embraced on every level of himself.

Matt never usually lets things like this out. The feeling of constantly being alone, wishing there was someone out there who cared enough to stay with him. But now, he didn't have to worry about that. Holly was his safety, his hope, like a fresh blanket from the dryer on a cold day.

"I won't lie to you again," Matt said against her shoulder. "From now on, no secrets. I trust you."

"No secrets." She repeated. "I trust you."

He had needed to let things out. To cry. And her gift of just being there for him as he did was enough to show that he could trust her. Enough to show how much of a precious treasure she was to his life.

As if she was reading his eyes and using them as a translation, she moved his head up and pressed her hand against his cheek as she leaned in, pressing soft lips to the stubble that covered Matt's face. He leaned into her, keeping her other hand pressed against his chest as she did so as if keeping a silent confirmation showing how much he trusted her. And hell--how much he loved her.

A/N- Don't even get me started on me making you all cry, I know that sad Matt makes you all die and I shouldn't have done it but it's just so tempting.

Anywho lol. How did we like it? Also, Holly being a badass? I love it.

I wanted to address something that I want to make prominent in my writing. Holly and Matt's relationship is NOT perfect. Yes, they may be two fictional characters but hell I am going to make them have a realistic relationship (well...kinda?) They will argue, they won't agree on things at times, and that's just the reality of being in a relationship. ALSO, the way they worked it out is not always how it works in real life. Many times you end up leaving on a bad note, but I didn't want to do that for the sake of me not crying over Holly and Matt arguing because I'm already crying about the fact that Matt feels alone. 

Anywho, give me your thoughts on this chapter because you all know I get invested in this story as much as you do lol. 

Have a great day/night and stay safe <3

Daisy :)