Matthew woke a couple hours later and stared at the water. He had panicked so he had run. The whole he had been sleeping the only thing he could think about was her. The look on her face when he turned and ran. The sound of her voice when he had ran. The fact she screamed his name. The tone it had been screamed in rang through his mind. Why was he so afraid to trust her not to leave him? Why couldn't he just trust her fully? He knew it was because of losing his grandmother. That was the only reason he could think of. He looked out over the water. This moment was when he realized...he trusted her. More than he'd trusted anyone since his grandmother. He stood up. He hurt her. He knew this. Now he could only go find her and apologize. He wiped the remnants of tears from his face. If she hated him now it was again his own fault. Either way it had been his own fault.<br/><br/>He ran back to the tea house. Panting by the time he got there. Opening the door and looked for her through the whole shop. Not seeing her he ran back out with Leona just standing there staring at him. He remembered the way to her house and also which room was hers. It was on the second floor but there was ivy growing up that side up to the ledge. He ran all the way there. Going around the side of the house. Sinking to the ground and panted. The cuts opened up again but he stood up. Going to the Ivy and climbed up it slowly. Blood trailing onto the ivy as he climbed.  He held onto the ledge then climbed to standing on it. Thankfully it was five inches out. He slipped a coin under the small crack and opened the window.<br/><br/>Climbing inside and panted heavily. Looking around and didn't see her in the room. He crawled over to the bed and crawled up onto it. Panting heavily. Hanging his head and his arm hung over the bed. Blood trailing down his fingertips. He sat there waiting for her to come back. He was feeling horrible. He waited there with his gaze on the ground. The window still up. Panting a bit as he sat there.