Doors open.

THEOS POV- keep all our promises.

My mind was reeling.

The room was spinning.

Who the fuck did she think she was? Wiping my memories of her because I was in love with her?!

My mind couldn't wrap itself around that.

I paced the room, struggling to control the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Anger, sadness, disbelief—each one clawing for attention.

I could almost hear her voice in my head, explaining her reasons, her sobs, justifying her actions as if they were somehow noble.

As if erasing my memories could protect us both from the storm of my feelings.

I "stalked" her?

That was the part that made no sense in my mind.

She "had no other choice" and was "protecting" me?

What the fuck?

She thought she was doing me a favor, but she was wrong.

If I was in love with her, love isn't something to be casually tossed aside.

Because I don't fall in love.

I know I don't.

But what I do know about love is it's messy and complicated, but it's also worth fighting for.

So where did she deem me unworthy?

And Merlin, did I feel a fire burning within me, a desperate need to confront her, to make her understand what she had taken from me.

It all made sense.

My urges to comfort her, to check in on her, be there for her.

The sinking feeling in my chest when she was around.

It was my heart.

Still, the doubt crept in.

Did I truly know her? What if this was just another part of her I hadn't seen?

I slammed my fist against the wall, wanting to break something, to channel my anger into a physical release. But I knew that wouldn't change anything.

With shaky hands, I grabbed my phone, my mind racing with a million thoughts.

Should I text her? Call her?

But what could I possibly say?

Nothing could convey the betrayal I felt, and I knew if I started texting in this state, I might say something I'd regret.

Instead, I decided I needed space.

I needed to clear my head, to gather my thoughts before facing her.

In two weeks, we'd be sent back to Hogwarts, and I'd see her every single fucking day for a year.

Two weeks of space.

Thats what I need.

Upon a week of thinking, I decided I want nothing to fucking do with her.

Not in the slightest bit.

I walked myself to her room.

A light knock to the door minus me wanting to fucking punch a hole through it.

"Come in!" I heard her clear her throat.

I slowly opened the door, seeing her curled up in her blankets on her bed.

"Sorry, didn't know you were sleeping." I said, shortly.

No need to talk more than necessary.

"No I must've dosed, I'm happy you're here." She half smiled.