drifted | M.R.

005 | enzo and belle

trigger warning: mention of miscarriage
word count: 895

"It breaks my heart to watch." Belle said, staring at the girl as well.

"I wish Mattheo would just be open with his feelings. Then they could heal together."

"They both need different things. Brooke needs someone to lean on and Mattheo only needs himself. That's how he was raised, to not need anyone else."

"But Brooke....she just wants her boyfriend."

"Who doesn't when they lose a little girl? Who doesn't wanna have support?"

"Apparently Mattheo Riddle." Enzo nods, letting out a small laugh that made Belle join a long.

"I miss how they used to be." Enzo said softly, stroking her cheek more gently, pressing a light kiss to her head.

"Everyone does....but how do you expect them to stay the same after losing a baby?"

"I don't but I just expected him to stay with her." Enzo said with a frown, looking up at Belle.

"I think we all did. But he needs space."

"But there's also no justifying what he said."

"Oh, no, not in a million different worlds." They both sigh, Belle smiling softly at the peaceful girl that had not been peaceful since this started.

"You know, it's weird to not have them really talking. They were, like, the comedians of the group. Especially together." Belle laughs softly and Enzo feels his heart swell at the sound, a smile going to his face.

"C' mere," Enzo mumbled as he opened his arm for the girl. She smiled softly and crawled over to him, resting her head on his shoulder and staring at Brookes sleeping face. Belle girl curled deeper into him and he hugged her tighter.

•a day later•

Brooke had a nightmare the night the 3 were all curled up together. Belle and Enzo tried their best to calm her but she kept screaming for Mattheo, just wanting his comfort.

She wanted to be held by the boy who became her safe space. She wanted him next to her, holding her while she fell asleep. She wanted him to smile at her. She wanted him to kiss her forehead while telling her everything would be okay.

But she couldn't get what she wanted.

And she had to accept that.

There were hours she spent staring at the ceiling in the dark and re-playing all the memories they shared in her head. Some where sad, some where funny. But they all had him. He was there.

She understood when he got hurt he shut people out, and she wanted to be there for him so badly. But the words he cut himself off from saying hurt like a knife cutting into her heart over and over again until there wasn't any blood left in her body.

The days started merging together and the minutes felt like hours.

She didn't know if he had been gone for a week, or a month. But she honestly felt like she was falling away from the world, from people.

Mattheo had been wondering from place to place. There were nights he stayed by a lake, some nights he stayed in the woods. He never knew where he was gonna be next. He knew he should go home. But home didn't feel like home anymore.

He wanted Brooke, of course, but he also wanted space. He wanted to run back into the house the second he left and pull her away from Enzo and hold her tighter than he ever had before.

But he's stubborn.

He knew one thing, he was gonna go home eventually. He knew that, but that scared him to. With everything he had said to the girl he loves so dearly he can't imagine facing her again.

He was screaming at himself when he said the things he said because the second he saw the color drain from her face and the hope leave her eyes, he knew he fucked up. All she wanted was him. And he felt like he couldn't do that for her at the moment.

But his love hasn't faded and Draco could see straight through him when he said that. He's scared. He lost his baby girl. The one he loved so dearly and he hadn't even met her yet. The one that he used to speak to through her stomach.

He talks to her every night, telling her to watch over her mum and keep her safe while he isn't there at the moment.

Most of the time he was drunk now, stealing liquor from a store in the Muggle world because he just wanted to get his mind off of it. It almost never did but every time he started again, he thought it would.

He wants to hold Brooke but he needs space and as much as he knows it's absolutely killing her, he can't bring himself to enter those house doors anymore. It's like all the happy memories turned black and white and are sad.

He wondered how it could happen. How could she miscarry? She didn't say she was stressed and she didn't seem stressed. She was laughing in the morning and cuddling him at night.

It hurt to think about it. It hurts so badly there is a physical pain in his chest, but everyday and night he ignores it, saying it would be best if he stayed awyam