๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐ง | ๐ฆ.๐ซ
"๐๐ง๐ ๐ข ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ." Youโve been dating Mattheo Riddle for a year now. He treats you better than any man could. Up until now, you have always ignored when people called him dangerous and insisted that he was just misunderstood. They were all just jealousโฆ right? In your eyes, heโs everything youโve ever wanted and more. The way he says your name, the fact he would throw a punch at anyone who looked at you weirdly, and how his eyes always manage to find yours in every room. But recently, you canโt help but notice how distant heโs become. He cancels plans last minute because heโs suddenly got an afternoon detention, and everyday you spot a fresh cut on his face that definitely wasnโt there the day before. He promises you itโs just from Quidditch but youโre starting to get sick of the same reused excuse. One night while getting a midnight snack, you notice a shadowy figure in your peripheral vision and decide to follow it down a darkened corridor, hiding yourself under your invisibility cloak. Suddenly, a bright light illuminates the corridor as the person creates a port key using illegal dark magic. They walk through and disappear. The day after, you see the cloaked individual again around the same time as the night before. Instead, this time they slip out of the castle with impressive stealth. You catch up this time and follow them onto the knight bus. The ride feels like countless hours of waiting and assuming the worst. Soon, you both exit the bus and walk a brisk 30 minutes until you see a cemetery. The atmosphere is off. People wear masks. Deatheater masks. Including โhim.โ When the ceremony is over, you follow slowly behind him before he stops dead in tracks. He removes his mask, a familiar head of curls. Itโs Mattheo. He doesnโt face you. โ{Y/N}.โ You jump. โYou werenโt supposed to follow me here.โ
๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐๐ง | ๐ฆ.๐ซ
"๐๐ง๐ ๐ข ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ." Youโve been dating Mattheo Riddle for a year now. He treats you better than any man could. Up until now, you have always ignored when people called him dangerous and insisted that he was just misunderstood. They were all just jealousโฆ right? In your eyes, heโs everything youโve ever wanted and more. The way he says your name, the fact he would throw a punch at anyone who looked at you weirdly, and how his eyes always manage to find yours in every room. But recently, you canโt help but notice how distant heโs become. He cancels plans last minute because heโs suddenly got an afternoon detention, and everyday you spot a fresh cut on his face that definitely wasnโt there the day before. He promises you itโs just from Quidditch but youโre starting to get sick of the same reused excuse. One night while getting a midnight snack, you notice a shadowy figure in your peripheral vision and decide to follow it down a darkened corridor, hiding yourself under your invisibility cloak. Suddenly, a bright light illuminates the corridor as the person creates a port key using illegal dark magic. They walk through and disappear. The day after, you see the cloaked individual again around the same time as the night before. Instead, this time they slip out of the castle with impressive stealth. You catch up this time and follow them onto the knight bus. The ride feels like countless hours of waiting and assuming the worst. Soon, you both exit the bus and walk a brisk 30 minutes until you see a cemetery. The atmosphere is off. People wear masks. Deatheater masks. Including โhim.โ When the ceremony is over, you follow slowly behind him before he stops dead in tracks. He removes his mask, a familiar head of curls. Itโs Mattheo. He doesnโt face you. โ{Y/N}.โ You jump. โYou werenโt supposed to follow me here.โ
