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Mark Lombardi and Matthew Lombardi

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matthew-lombardi:

Matt could honestly not recall a moment when his older brother was in this state of disarray, looking so disheveled, unkempt, and for a lack of a better word, a hot mess. There had to be some reason, something that would explain why Mark had let himself go this much. Taking the beer from his brother and plopping down on his couch, Matt froze when the other guy finally revealed what was going on. Usually chatty, the news rendered the younger Lombardi speechless. It took him a few moments before he could finally move. Unable to manage words, Matt didn’t even bother to say anything. Instead, he just leaned in and took his brother into his arms. “I’m so sorry, man… I’m so sorry…”

Part of the reason why Mark hadn’t told his family was because he knew as soon as he did he would probably lose it completely. There was no one he felt more comfortable and authentic around then his family and he knew that he couldn’t hide, it was why he didn’t even try to lie to his brother when he came to the door. As he felt his younger brothers’ arms around him, he melted into him, his weight almost giving out as he wrapped his arms around him and clung to him. He felt small, weak and worst of all he felt helpless. He finally allowed himself to cry, his body shaking a bit as he thought about how hard it had been to see Emma wither away, how much he had held onto her on the night she died. He hated everything, hated the world for not allowing him to just have some happiness. It was all too much. After what felt like forever, he pulled away from his brother, wiping at his face as he sniffled. “S-sorry I just...it’s been r-really hard.” He cleared his throat and grabbed a few tissues to clean himself up with. “I didn’t want to worry you guys, I just couldn’t say it out loud...I didn’t want to face it you know? I didn’t want it to be real.”

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bonniepatt:

“You’re in West Rockford, dude. It’s an abandoned building so like, probably not your place.” Leaning her back against the wall, Bonnie sighed exasperatedly and roll her eyes at his words. “Then you have quite the crappy deodorant and a shitty love life– what are you like forty and single?” She nodded her head, walking past him to push the door open. “Yeah, up in mine. Want some?”

“Shit, I must be more fucked up then I thought.” He managed to let out a small laugh and shrugged. “Not forty but yes, single. You know, as much as I try to avoid taking offers of beer from girls in sketchy neighborhood, I’m in the position to say yes so fuck it, let’s do it.”

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TEXT:: Mark + Cassidy

Cassidy: You're 30 and you're still using "idk" remind me why I'm friends with you.

Cassidy: Really proud of you there buddy.

Cassidy: Don't you have someone that could clean it for you? You could pay and it will get cleaned. I'm sure they don't judge.

Mark: Is there an age limit on when to use acronyms or abbreviations?

Mark: Thanks. ✔️

Mark: I do but I don't feel like having some in my apartment right now.

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TEXT:: Mark + Cassidy

Cassidy: Must be a necessity to put up with both you and Matt.

Cassidy: Did you use the no tears shampoo?

Mark: We're so pleasant, idk what you're talking about.

Mark: No, I used real adult shampoo.

Mark: My apartment is a fucking mess. If I disappear it's cause i got swallowed by the garbage pile on my couch.

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TEXT:: Mark + Cassidy

Cassidy: Your mother, i'm worried sick you don't do this to a woman with a weak heart. I taught you better.

Cassidy: Really proud of you, did you use soap?

Mark: My mother has a very strong heart, actually.

Mark: I did, shampoo too. I'm a big boy now.

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TEXT:: Mark + Cassidy

Cassidy: Ring ring ring ring this is your annoying best friend. You better not be in bed still

Cassidy: Please don't be dead.

Mark: New phone, who dis?

Mark: I'm alive, I guess. Even took a shower. You should be proud.

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bryce-romney:

“I knew a guy who had to fire an intern because he smelled,” Bryce nodded. Bryce’s eyebrows rose, features growing more solemn. “Shit.. I’m sorry man. Fuck–,” he breathed heavily, searching for the words. “You want to talk about it– about her? Or just drink?”

Mark nodded, feeling awkward as Bryce processed what he was telling him. They had always been good friends but had rarely gotten too personal, it just wasn’t their style. He preferred it honestly, it was an easy friendship so when he offered to drink Mark nodded and pulled his new six pack from the fridge before placing it on the counter. “Drink, definitely drinks. I’m so tired of talking about shit.”

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cassidy-trevino:

“Don’t get snippy with me, Lombardi it’s not a good look on you. Forgive him please.” She spoke to the pizza guy handing him a much larger tip than necessary. “You passed dick after the third beer, we all have bad weeks.”

Mark sighed, not really wanting to explain himself at the moment. He felt bad for being a dick to the delivery guy, it wasn’t like him but he couldn’t find it in him to care at the moment. He walked back into his apartment, allowing her to follow as he started to clean a few things up, getting slightly embarrassed in her company. “Did you uh, come by for something specific?”

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matthew-lombardi:

“Hey, I have nothing against a good beard. I’m having more of an issue with the stench coming from your apartment. You haven’t been answering my texts, asshole, so Mom told me to check up on you. I was going to say let me in, but from what I can see from out here, I don’t know if I want to. What’s up with you, man? Why do you look like a hobo?”

Mark felt like he wanted to run when he saw his younger brother standing at the door. He had felt the worst about lying to his family when he knew they would have been there in a heartbeat. He just wasn’t ready to admit but he knew that he couldn’t keep lying forever, he would have to tell them eventually and it seemed like that time was now. “I don’t look like a hobo, fuck you,” he mumbled before walking back into his apartment and letting Matty follow him in. He didn’t look back at his brother as he spoke and immediately went to the fridge before grabbing a beer for the both of them. He waited til he handed Matt his beer before he sighed and looked at him. “Emma’s gone. She...” he took another breath as he opened the bottle. “She passed last week.”

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unbroken-knight:

Text: I can understand how work can be. We should catch up, maybe just watch a movie and eat pizza?

text: I don’t know if I’m really feeling up to that right now man. I’m really tired but hey, how about I call you tomorrow and we’ll see if we can do something, alright?

Text: Hey... How have you been doing. I have not seen or talk to you in a while Text: Am worried about you

text: Sorry man. Just uh, been really busy at work. You know how it is. 

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bonniepatt:

”Dude, you’re on the entrance to my place so whatever your issue is, it’s you who’s standing on my way.  You’re smelly, did your girlfriend leave you or something? Ugh, got beer upstairs- I mean if you’re not too worried I might murder you.”

“Wait, what? Where am I?” He looked around and sighed, realizing that he had indeed walked up to the wrong door and his crossfaded mind had led him there. “My girlfriend didn’t leave me, no, I don’t even have one and I thought the deodorant I put on like two seconds ago would be good but I guess not. Hey, dd you say beer?”

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amelia-holloway:

Her hands worked on his back, letting him get every emotion he had inside before speaking. Comforting people wasn’t something she was great at but this Mark, she hadn’t seen this heavy and broken side of him. After he pulled away, she kept him close, her hand finding a home on his forearm just to remind him that she was still there. “Emma, that’s a beautiful name.” Putting Mark in a thought as someone who dated blew her mind but it made more sense. She was the one that put everything in full circle. “I’m sorry to hear all of this and there’s not much I can say that will make it better. Every cliche saying won’t bring her back but I’m sure she loved you until the very end, Mark.” Her hands cupped his chin pulling it back up sensing she was getting emotional about it too. “She would want you to, she wouldn’t want you holed up in here. This isn’t healthy.”

He listened to her words, knowing she was right but finding it hard to not just fall apart. “I know, I know, I just...” he paused and wiped at his eyes before clearing his throat. “It’s fucking hard. Every single thing reminds me of her. Everywhere I go it’s like she’s there but she’s not and she can’t be and it feels like my chest is just going to cave in on itself. And I knew it was coming. For six fucking months I knew she was going to die but I still wasn’t ready. And now she’s gone and this apartment feels too big and everything feels so shitty and I feel like I’m going to lose my damn mind.” He wiped his hands over his face and sighed as more tears fell. “I know I can’t let myself go to shit but I can’t pull myself out of this.”

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dani-bradford:

“Should have used the whole can.” There was an unsettled feeling in her stomach. When Mark came in the two usually had a conversation filled with banter, and laughter following. She could barely even get him to look at her now. “Then try a new workout or something on the menu. Cause the no shower thing has been done before, and it wasn’t any more successful.” Reaching for a glass, Dani poured another beer on tap, and slid it over to him. “You don’t have to go anywhere and you also don’t have to talk about what is ever going on with you, but you can.”

Mark sighed as he took the beer and took a few sips before looking up at her. It was evident that he hadn’t slept from how bloodshot his eyes were. He had talked with Emma so many times about being prepared for it all. She had wanted him to be surrounded by love, to not be alone and he had done exactly the opposite. It was too hard to say out loud, too hard to realize that she was really gone. There were no more hospital visits, no more hearing her soft laugh or updating her on his life and having her tell him all the things he was doing right and wrong. It was gone and that was the harderst thing to grapple with. “I uh...I’ve just been going through some stuff,” he said softly and let his eyes drop down to his glass. “Do you uh, remember Emma? I used to talk about her all the time when I was drunk? We dated in college.” He sat up a bit and cleared his throat. “She...she died.”

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bryce-romney:

“Smelly people aren’t successful, that’s just fact.” Bryce shrugged, glancing down at the bottle then back up at Mark. “Mourning?” He asked, awaiting an answer before offering any more.

“I don’t know about that. Some hippies are pretty loaded,” he said with a sigh before glancing back at Bryce. He thought of a few lies he could tell but every time he did he could hear Emma’s voice in the back of his head, telling him not to be stupid. “Someone really important to me...someone I was really close to passed away last week. She uh, she had cancer.” He stared at the counter and cleared his throat, not able to say much more.