Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 11

TW: AB&USE and OTHERS.

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CHAPTER 11 - BROKEN BONDS

" So I love you because the whole universe conspired me to find you"

- Paulo Coelho

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POV OF FEYRE AZURA

[FEYRES PAST - A FRAGMENT OF HER TRAUMATIC MEMORIES]

He looms over me as his presence pushing me into a dimly lit, abandoned classroom. The absence of light intensifies the shadows, and I can feel small particles of dust falling as I retreat, my back meeting the unforgiving wall.

"Draco?'' I began, my voice trembling in eerie silence.

No response. It's as if Draco had vanished leaving only his lingering scent of his expensive cologne that permeates the air. Despite the unsettling quiet, his nearness is palpable.

My breath hitched my hands searching for anything to possibly hold onto.

"Draco you're scaring me" I whispered, tears threatening to escape.

What if he has found another way to torture me? Would this be it? Draco is an unpredictable force, capable of silent contemplation or explosive rage.

At that moment the uncertainty of his actions weighed heavily on me, and the haunting question persists : How will he choose to hurt me this time? Will he unleash a devastating spell or perhaps end it all?

The silence killed me slowly such that the only thing I could hear my was raging heartbeat.

I feel a sense of assurance when his warmth intensifies as he steps closer. His fall engulfsing figure becoming much, much clearer.

Before I knew it, his fingers grazed my neck almost if he was about to wrap it around it yet it didn't. I frowned, confused. My breathing intensified as his fingers moved up to my face where both of his hands cupped my face, gently. When I was unable to look into his eyes the grip on my face hardened forcing my eyes to meet upon his.

What was happening?

I took this opportunity to study his face, whilist he was calm. Light eye bags formed under his eyes. No one but me would have noticed that. His cocky dominant persona had somewhat dissolved into a calm yet uncertain demeanour. He didn't look malicious like he was about to torture me. He looked...sorry?

"I—fucking missed you" He spoke finally, wetting his lips. His confession made a million thoughts rain in my mind.

what did he miss?

Did he miss torturing me?

Is this another way of making me stay with him?

I gulped my hands lightly holding his wrists that were near my face while his hands were cupping my face.

"How is it possible that you and Dalia were so different but so alike" He started, his voice husky. I responded with a confused frown.

Why is he talking about my sister? I'm nothing like my sister—I do not wish to be anything like her.