The sound of silence was comforting. No one talking, no noise, just the waves. George and Grace were sat in George's car, I know they were waiting for me, but I didn't move. I couldn't move. I saw someone walk towards me, still blinded by my tears I couldn't make out who it was, although I didn't try to either. The figure got closer and closer but I still didn't look, I continued to stare straight ahead. They sat next to me and when I realised who it was I didn't flinch, I didn't move, I didn't speak. I remained still and silent.

"Charlie..." He began,

"Don't Matty," I didn't look at him when I spoke, "honestly there is nothing you can say that will make me forgive you. There will never be anything you will ever say that will ever make me forgive you. In true Matty style you fucked up." I turned to face him, I wanted to see his face when I said this, I wanted to see the hurt flash across his eyes. "You were right Matty, you're a fuck up and you can't be what I need." I watched his eyes fill with liquid that hadn't filled mine in such a long time. "You are high Matty and you need to sober the fuck up. You're fucking toxic, this relationship is so fucking toxic! You hurt everything and everyone you love. You can't just do things and expect people not to get hurt Matty. You fucked up and you're going to have to live with this for the rest of your life." I got up to walk away. I walked away from the direction of George and Grace. I walked down the beach, I didn't turn around to see if he was following me because I knew he wouldn't. With each step I felt my heart break more and more.

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You know when you wake up but you're not fully awake and for a few seconds before you are truly awake everything is perfect, but then everything comes flooding in all at once, the memories of the night before, the awful memories that you wish didn't exist. But they do.
It was dark outside, I had no idea what time it was. I had no idea where my phone was. I couldn't hear Grace so I assumed she was out, which I was kind of thankful for. She was great last night, she was always great. She always new what to say and do. George was great last night as well, he offered to drive us home from the beach but I told him to stay with Matty.
My eyes were sore and probably all red, I rubbed them which was even more painful. I went out into the kitchen where I found my phone on the counter with a note from Grace saying

'You left your phone at the George's apartment, (we won't mention he who must not be names) I picked it up being the best person in the world. It's out of battery because you're silly. Go charge it and ring me when it's alive and when you're alive,
Ps hope you are ok and I love you more than life, G x'

I smiled, and then I laughed and then I cried. I put my phone on charge and then I sat on my wooden floor and I cried. I had cried more in the past 24 hours than I have in the past 2 years. My face was red a blotchy, my eyes looked awful, red and watery. I felt weak, I felt numb, I felt tired even though I had sleep the whole day. It was now 9pm. I heard my phone buzz but I couldn't even get up. Everything was broken. It buzzed again, probably all the messages Grace has undoubtably left me wondering why I am still asleep when it's 9 in the night. I got up but I didn't check my phone, not yet. I went into the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. I looked at my reflexion in the mirror and I didn't like what I was looking at. I dried my face and then put on the kettle. Tea calmed me, it had such a calming sensation. My phone constantly buzzed so I finally went over to it and checked. I had missed calls and texts from Matty and Grace, but then I also had 8 missed calls from a number I didn't recognise. I ignored it and rang Grace but she didn't answer. I sat down on my kitchen table and deleted every single text Matty had sent me. I didn't even read them, I didn't want to. I didn't care what he had to say. I erased the missed calls and then I cried some more. The number I didn't recognise kept ringing me. The ringing became incessant so I decided to answer,

"Hello?" I said,

"Hello Charlie it's George. Jesus I've rung you like a hundred times. Why the fuck didn't you answer?" He sounded panicky and he spoke fast,

"I was sleeping, what's wrong? How did you get my number? What's going-"

"It's Matty, Charlie." It was the way he said it, so quiet it was almost a whisper.

"I'll be right over,"