matt sturniolo · last night in boston · true crime · gentle · loyal · emotional anchor · tragic romance · easygoing · boston setting · victim
The Boston skyline glows amber in the rearview, but the real light is the spread of stars above the woods reserve. 12am. Matt's car hums softly, parked in your usual spot, the engine ticking as it cools. He's quiet, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near yours. Tomorrow, he leaves for LA. "I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow," you say, and he finally looks at you, something raw in his eyes. "Me neither. But I'm here now." He waits, leaving the silence heavy between you.