𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡? ♡︎

𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

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-Andrèa POV

*TRIGGER WARNING! (BLOOD AND ANGER ISSUES)*

Thursday, October 3rd, 1995 (Time skip, 2 weeks)

I haven't talked to Mattheo in a couple of weeks, and even if I did... what would I even talk to him about?

Although he seemed to be more sleep-deprived than normal, he had slight eye bags and looked more pale than usual.

I saw him walk into the Great hall a couple of days ago slightly limping, with a black eye, and a cut across his nose.

I wanted to ask what happened, but I was ignoring him and I mostly already knew...

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I sit in the Great Hall during dinner with all of my friends and just zone out, staring at the first thing I see in front of me.

"Andrèa?"

"Andrèaaaaa?"

I snap my head over to see Gia, Draco, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Mattheo staring at me from where they're seated at the Slytherin table.

I look at all of them, "What?"

"Welcome back" Draco says with a chuckle.

I give him a confused look, "Uh? I've been here the entire time Draco. Just shut the fuck up and finish your food." I said annoyed that he just snapped me out of what I was just zoning in on.

"It looked interesting" Lorenzo said smirking.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What looked like 'interesting'?" I asked.

"Whatever you were staring at" Enzo replied.

"It was, and you guys just distracted me" I snapped.

"I'm tired, bored, not hungry, and now also aggravated. So I'm going to my dorm." I said before getting up and walking out of the Great Hall.

I made eye contact with Mattheo and he gave me a sorry look. I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

I walked silently down the corridor until I made it to the Slytherin Common room and to my dorm.

I slammed the door and locked it, making one of the pictures of my mom fall to the ground and shatter.

The photo had been all taped up from an accident in New Orleans a while ago, making most of the pieces of tape peel off. So now it was all ripped up in a pile of glass.

"No, no, no, no, no, please no." I said running over to the picture, "Fuck!"

I began to clean up the glass and cut myself a few times, but they all just re-healed. Leaving me with blood all over my hands and no cuts.

Once I got all of the glass off my floor, I started to silently cry.

I got up from where the glass had just been and started to use New Orleans magic to swipe everything off of any and every surface, causing things to shatter and break.

I busted open pillows, broke more picture frames, and smashed anything smashable, leaving my room a complete disaster of broken items.

And yet I was still angry and crying.

I sat on the cleanest part of my floor. Leaving me with unwanted tears trailing down my face.

-Mattheo POV