There weren't words to describe what Matt was feeling in this moment. He was livid, hurt, heart broken... he wanted to cry, scream and hit something all at the same time.
Hannah... his Hannah and Joseph. If he hadn't seen it with his own two eyes, he wouldn't have been able to wrap his brain around it.
The first time she yelled his name, he ignored it. The second time, though, he stopped. Who was she to tell him what he could and could not feel? He'd just caught her with his best friend. The only girl he'd ever loved and one of the few people he would trust with his life. He had every right to be mad.
"Don't tell me how I'm allowed to feel, Hannah," he shot back. "Don't you..." his voice crack and he had to stop a moment as he bit back the emotion that washed over him. "You had to move but you didn't have to forget about me. For months I waited for you to come back, Hannah. Months. I kept saying that you couldn't just walk away and never look back... but you did. Phone calls, letters... it all stopped and all I was left with was this feeling, this gut wrenching, sick feeling that's never gone away." He sighed, almost groaned, and threw his hands into the air. "I'm sorry that I wasn't fast enough for you, Hannah. I'm sorry that I couldn't... fuck it, it doesn't matter... I don't matter. Sometimes I wonder if I ever did."
This time, when he turned to go, he walked purposefully out of the building, ignoring any other protests.
She wasn't his, she'd made that abundantly clear over the last six years... he'd been stupid to hold any hope for anything else.