Trixie blinked at him for a few moments after he spoke. "If you even have to ask that question, I'm damn sure I shouldn't go to Italy with you. I have never cheated on you, I'm not cheating on you now, and I never will. Don't act insecure because I had a suggestion you didn't like." She said, her tone something between hurt, anger, and sadness. She glanced at the clock afterwards. "We should go, if we're gonna get to this thing." She said flatly, promptly grabbing her bag and phone before she headed to the car.

"Insecurity? My bad for being worried about something? All you could have said was a simple no, but considering the fact you overreacted might as well prove my point" Matt mumbled, standing up to prise his shoes on. He gave a flat, frustrated look in Trixies direction as she spoke, grabbing his keys rather roughly. "Mhm" he said quietly, not bothering to hold the door open and let her past like he usually did. "And you know what? fine, don't come with me. Maybe then i'll get some peace and quiet, and you know.:actual answers" he said, his tone holding a slight hiss as he got into the car.

"If you knew me well enough, you wouldn't have to worry about me cheating, because if you did then you'd know I don't even think I deserve YOU. You'd know that I love you so much that I feel lucky to even be in a relationship with you. I'm not good enough, stealthy enough, or secure enough to cheat on you." Trixie sighed, glaring over her shoulder at him. His last words got her so riled up She went stone-still for a moment. "You know, Matt, I think you're the one cheating here. But I'll shut up, give you your peace and quiet." She snapped, getting in the passenger side and staring straight ahead, sitting tensely.

Matt slammed the car door about as hard as he could without risking the window smashing, which was risky considering the fragility of windows with no frame. He pushed the button to start the car, chucking his keys in between the seat. "Oh of course, i'm cheating on you while i go and..see my parents. Stay at their house. Well, i'm not. Just because i was worrying about something doesn't mean im the one doing it. How about, even though i'm very aware of how much you love me, just giving me a little reassurance? Or are you incapable of doing something so simple? Can your brain not comprehend it?" He asked, the same low hiss balancing on his tone as he pulled out the drive. As he started driving, it was rather erratic, swinging the back end of the car out precariously, dangerously close to the hedge on the other side of the road. Matt was quite confident in his driving skills, he knew how to control a car, but it was slightly different when he was frustrated. His mind sort of just clouded over.

Trixie flinched as the door slammed, laying her head in her hand out of frustration. "If you were aware of how much I love you, why would you need me to reassure you about something that's one of the only rules in a relationship? You don't need to insult me when I'm already offended, Matt. You do this everytime we argue, it always ends with you insulting me because you're angry. I'm not incompetent and my comprehension is the same as it's always been." She huffed, flinching at the erratic quality of his driving. As he continued to drive, she lifted her head, gripping at the handle on the door. "I wish you could understand how hurtful it is to be accused of cheating. It makes me feel like you don't trust me to do even the bare minimum." She explained quietly. "And I would like you to slow down, please." She added quietly, her knuckles turning white.

Matt gripped the steering wheel, barely managing to slow down for the rapidly changing traffic lights. He came to a rather rough halt, listening to the wheel spin and ryeing the smoke in the wing mirror. "Right, whatever you say my point still stands Trixie. It wasn't hard enough for me to tell you i wasn't cheating, I do not understand why you can't do the same thing, one simple thing. I'm very very aware of how much you love me, incredibly, it won't change my worries." He sighed, leaning his head against the frame. "I'm just saying what I think" he shrugged, running his finger along the steering wheel. As soon as the lights changed, he put the pedal to the metal, barely letting the last car cross the junction in the other direction. "I do understand how hurtful it is, you just did the same thing. Perhaps you're deflecting, no? Trying to change it to me because you're guilty? And you'll be fine, we'll get there quicker this way. Won't have to talk to each other" his sentence ended in a mumble, mainly because the wheel clipped the curb on the sharp bend ahead of them. He could feel himself losing control of the car as he sped up, the steering wheel and abs system fighting against the speed rather a lot.

Trixie winced as he came to a rough stop, anxiety creeping up her spine. "I told you in every way possible that I'm not cheating on you, would you like me to repeat myself? I have never cheated on you, I'm not cheating on you, and I never fucking will!" She snapped, shaking her head. "Right, well, if you're thinking about things that will insult me, can you politely keep those thoughts in your head?" She sighed, shaking her head and laughing. "No, you don't seem to. Because I genuinely trust and have faith in you- the fact you had to ask in the first place shows that you have neither in me." She shook her head, sighing. She flinched as he hit the curb, continuing to clutch at the handle. . "Matt, I'm not comfortable with you going this fast. Please, slow down." She said quietly, turning to look at him.

"There you go. And no, that's not the case, i've told you enough times." Matt said, leaving that to be all that came out of his mouth as he drove. He had to shield his eyes slightly at the lampposts which, as he drove in between the placed lights, hurt his eyes with the speed he was going at. He completely ignored Trixies plead as they reached the highway, instead speeding up about as much as the car would let him, dipping in and out of the traffic on the outside lane until he was able to switch comfortably to the inside. Just as he thought he had regained of the rather powerful vehicle, it clipped the barrier he had been driving rather close to, sending the back of the car sideways. He gripped the steering wheel as hard as he could, but as the braking system locked in it fought against him, the front two wheels of the car failed to grip the ground, sending it rolling over the barrier instead. He had been going so fast that from the outside it looked as if the car had been ripped nearly in half, and, as the car came down from the air, landed rather roughly on the other side of the road straight in front of a slightly large looking delivery lorry, causing them to both get crushed immediately. It was incredibly clear whether or not both Matt or Trixie had survived, the whole front end of the car had been crushed.

Trixie sighed and shook her head, burying her head in her hands. "Matt, please slow down-" She pleaded, raising her head and shrinking back into the seat. "Matteo, I'm being serious. You're scaring me. Slow down, please." She said, more of a whimper than anything as he sped onto the highway. She stayed silent as he continued, her nails digging into the leather work. She was silent in the last moments of her life, only moving so she could grip onto his shoulder. It was instantaneous.

Matt woke up surrounded by absolutely nothing inanimate. Everything was bright white, and all he could see was what looked like arrows pointing in a certain direction, and what also looked like chairs in the far distance at the end of the arrows. He stood up, growing increasingly unnerved at the fact he couldn't feel the surface of the floor at all, it wasn't concrete, it wasn't smooth or rough to the touch, it was completely flat with no texture at all. Yet as he took a step, his feet didn't sink through the weirdly untextured floor like he had expected, it felt like normal ground to him. He inhaled sharply at the horrible floaty feeling that wafted through him as he took his first few steps, like he'd stepped into another dimension or something. He had no idea where he was, and could only hope he was stuck in a short dream as he carried on walking, rubbing his head. As he bought his hand down he frowned, looking at the various incredibly deep looking wounds all up and down his arm and hand, symmetrical to the other. To him this wasn't a dream, but a very unnerving nightmare. Eventually Matt had made his way to the arrows, refusing to look back at all for fear of suddenly waking up, instead staring at the small, circle section of chairs. There was only one other person there, who's neck looked pretty much broken, and he frowned and bit his tongue, not even bothering to talk. Matts heart was beating incredibly fast, and the fear he felt took over any ability to interact, instead placing himself down on one of the chairs to simply..think.