Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 21

TW : DE*TH 

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CHAPTER 21 - Death Potion

"You are a little tragedy aren't you?"

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POV OF AUTHOR

The spread of the rumors didn't just stop after that fateful day. No matter what Lorenzo did, students went on and on talking about it.

Word had even reached houses outside Slytherin. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw were abuzz with the topic, making it the primary discourse at Hogwarts. The fact that Slytherin was already one of the more disliked houses only fueled the fire. Other houses attributed the situation to 'Slytherin behavior' and instinctively avoided crossing paths with its members out of fear.

"You should talk to her, you know," Asteria urged, pacing alongside Lorenzo as they hurried to potions. Lorenzo, walking faster than usual to evade the intense glares, was unaccustomed to the multitude of eyes burning into him.

Rolling his eyes, he retorted, "What's the point? I'm well aware that Feyre despises me." Lorenzo snarled, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. Asteria's hands grabbed his arm, bringing him to a sudden halt.

 "She despises you?" Asteria repeated, astonished. "You've known her for 11 years. She's your best friend. How could you say that?" She lightly hit his arm.

Lorenzo's eyes darted away, uncertain of how to respond. Fatigue weighed heavily on him; dark bags had formed under his eyes, and he hadn't eaten in two days. The joyous color on his face had transformed into a drained, pale hue. Asteria, observant as ever, noticed but refrained from bringing it up, not wanting to further annoy him.

Lorenzo swallowed, his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. "I just- I just need time. Everything is too much'' He walked away, leaving Asteria behind in his wake.

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"You should talk to Lorenzo, girl," Isaac muttered in his effeminate voice, bouncing onto Asteria's bed.

Feyre shook her head, "I don't want to bother him, Izz. He seems tired with the rumors and the constant stares from others." She sighed, fiddling with her hands.

Isaac lay on his stomach, palms resting on his cheeks as he gazed at Feyre, noticing her worsened complexion. "Well," Isaac pondered for a few seconds, "I'd say you're being selfish."

"Selfish?" Feyre's back rose from her bed.

"Fey, Lorenzo was there for you when you needed him the most. And right now, he needs you, even if he neglects it," Isaac implied, nodding his head.

Feyre thought for a moment, Isaac's words lingering in her mind. What he said was undeniably true.  Lorenzo was there for her, every time she needed him, in every way she could imagine. He understood her far better than she could understand herself. At times, even when she would neglect his presence, he would insist on staying, comforting her and making her, happy.

Moments later, she would find herself thanking Lorenzo for staying. If he didn't, Merlin knows what bad things could have happened.

Switching to reality, her eyes twitched as it locked into Isaacs. "I need to talk to him" She breathed, standing up.