Matt is gone again. I don't know what they're doing. One moment they're two halves of a human heart and then I blink and they're bitter, broken pieces of a love gone wrong. I'm not sure why they see each other and throw themselves over the edge again and again but they do and I get it.
That's why we're ruled by our hearts and our minds instead of one or the other. Neither can be trusted and so everything must be taken to a vote.
In any case, he didn't say goodbye. He said See you later, Bridget as he used to when he would go to work and so I am heartened that I didn't cause a new rift between them. I'm sure I only served to sharpen the old one so that when you run your hand over it to smooth the wrinkles of your life you bleed, but only a little.
Lochlan took my arm and pulled me away from them. Leave it. This is none of our business.
I opened my mouth to protest and he covered it with his hand. Don't say it, Bridget. Just let them be. Please.
He would like Sam and Matt to work it out, if only for Sam to not be a threat or some degree of risk, no matter how much I point out he isn't. He's just...well, I'm curious. And that causes problems.
When I checked on Sam to see if he was okay he said he will be, that Matt is supposed to work and then catch up on some chores and then he'll be back straightaway so they can sort this out.
But? I ask.
Do you think he'll come back?
He loves you.
But he doesn't love you, Bridget, and that's the problem. He doesn't like this environment. He doesn't want to live like we live.
So leave.
I can't.
Sure, you can. You'd be so happy, Sam.
He knows the terms. This is where I live. It isn't up for negotiations.
I try a weak threat. I'll pack your things myself and throw you out.
Don't.
Broken hearts are contagious. Didn't know that. Or maybe I just forgot.
