"Trixie you sound like you're breaking up with me. If you want to, just do it without all the sugarcoating" Matt said, though he didn't mean that at all. He didn't want her to leave him in the slightest, he knew that would hurt him beyond words. "I could just repeat what I said again, I don't care about whatever would be waiting for me in Italy. Sure, I said a couple months back that i didn't wanna be left here in the states, and that i would rather go back to Italy, but then we got together." He said, standing himself up to avoid the slight panic setting in. "I genuinely didn't think it came across id do that sort of thing to you, i dont care if you think i'm taking this completely wrong, it hurts" he finished, the frustration taking over the sadness.

"Matt, I'm not. That's not what I mean by this. I just want you to seriously consider it before you abandon it all for me." Trixie responded desperately, curling her knees up and laying her head in her hands. "No, Matt, I don't think you would do that to me. I just want you to know that I won't blame you if you do, because however much you might not want it, I want you to have that good, happy life. Even if that life doesn't include me." She lifted her head, sighing. "Matt, I didn't mean it like that at all, I don't think you're the kind of person who would do something like that-" She started, having to choke down a sob afterward.

"Well you're sure as hell acting like you think i'm that person Trixie. It's hurtful" Matt said, letting his controlled tone slip away. It was half panic half frustration at this point, what was the point of going back now. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you, i want to have a good, happy life with you. No one else. Can't you please just get that into your head, I don't want to have to marry some random girl my dad sent over." He said, sighing. He knew that if he carried on, he would say something that would hurt Trixie even more, and he didn't exactly want to live with that. In his panicked state, his mind thought up the most rash decision he knew he would regret, straight in that moment. To go to the airport. He let out a long, deep breath and looked Trixie in the eye, rubbing his arm. "Look I wanna go and see a couple of friends, and i doubt leaving you here with Layla is a good idea. I'll drop you somewhere, then come and see you again later? When we're both a bit calmer?" He asked, swallowing nervously.

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was thinking to avoid trixie having to randomly check where he is straight away or something, she could find out he's going to the airport because she messages him nd he doesn't respond (cuz he's driving obviously), THEN she looks?)

"Matt, I'm sorry-" Trixie started, watching him speak and still fighting tears. She stayed silent until he spoke, opening her mouth to respond and then closing it again. She took a breath and then nodded, reaching reluctantly for her shoes and putting them on. "If you want to, yeah." She said quietly, standing and glancing up at him. "I-" She paused, staring at him. Afterward, she shook her head. "Nevermind."

Matts heart was racing as he pulled on his clothes and shoes, taking his key off the hook. "You what? What were you gonna say" He asked numbly, reaching for his phone and stuffing it in his pocket. He headed downstairs only hoping Trixie was following, stopping before he got to the door. He paused, opening his mouth to say something but thought against it, holding the door open for her instead.

"It's nothing." She shrugged, following him quietly and pausing in turn as he thought about speaking. She swallowed when he said nothing, simply making her way out the door quietly, crossing her arms gently over her chest.

"If you're gonna be like that, then sure. I'll believe you." Matt mumbled, sighing. He most definitely wasn't in the mood for arguing, not like they already had. Plus, his irrational plan that he didn't exactly want to go back on was making him feel sick to the stomach, so talking only made it worse. Soon enough he arrived back at Trixies, and once he had pulled the car up he turned to look at her, doing his best to fight back the tears. "I'll see you later" he said, his voice shaky. "I love you so much." he added, staring out the window opposite so she couldn't see how upset he truly was.

Trixie let out a soft sigh at his answer, sitting quietly in the passenger side for the duration of the ride. She rested her hand gently on his thigh through it, just to have a connection, however upset he was. She blinked as he pulled over, turning to him and tilting her head. She blinked at his words. It sounded so... final. She faltered at his last words, sucking in a breath and holding back tears. "I love you too." She said softly, leaning across the armrest and pressing her lips to his cheek for a few moments. "I'll... I'll see you later, love." She said softly, pulling back and walking up toward her apartment quietly, staring at her feet.

Matt was only able to utter a very, hopefully too, quiet "I'm sorry" before she shut the door, and he started off. He made sure to quickly head home and pack a couple things, check the flight tickets which Layla had sent him, and we'll..collect her, then leave. He didn't say a single word to the questions the girl asked, the questions along the lines of "Where's Trixie? Have you broken up? Is she coming? Is she okay with you going?" It only really angered him more. He slowed down at the junction to the highway, almost thinking things over, but as he looked back at the outskirts of the town he felt sick, and instead made his way into the highway, pushing down the ill feeling.

She simply flopped on her bed when she got home. She was too mentally drained to work on anything and too tired to talk to anyone. So, she simply sat. After about an hour, she opened her phone and shot him a quick text. "Did you make it okay?".