Leah Labelle has spent most of her years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the shadows, always present but never quite noticed. She often felt caught between not being ugly enough to be bullied and not being captivating enough to seiz...
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❝It's not that I don't love you. I do.❞
Mattheo doesn't let me continue as he holds his bruised hand up, indicating for me to cease speaking. And I do. I let my words hang helplessly in the humid air between us as I observe the rain that splatters around us. I let myself fully experience the sensation of the cold water seeping into my clothes, transforming them from warm to damp. Even my worn-out sneakers succumb to the rain, becoming as saturated as a puddle.
❝Okay,❞he breathes out, as if he is trying to collect every piece of himself before he continues.❝It's just that... the way you're saying that— it makes it sound like you're saying goodbye and you promised you'd never say goodbye to me.❞
A surge of panic courses through Mattheo's entire being, evident in the trembling of his hands and the restlessness of his dark eyes as they dart across my face. His anxious demeanor is palpable.
I keep my eyes on him the entire time, watching Mattheo Riddle, the person I once feared, as he crumbles before me like shattered glass. It's a strange and surreal experience to watch someone who was once indifferent toward me now show vulnerability and fear at the mere thought of losing me. The stark contrast between his previous apathy and his current emotional breakdown leaves me feeling empty inside.
My eyes float over his face, tracing the outlines of his features, as his hand gently reaches out to caress my cheek. In this fleeting moment, I allow him to make this gentle gesture, knowing that it will be the last time.
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