Nothing's New

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Song Inspo: Nothing's New - Rio Romeo


Word Count: 761



Every morning, I woke up in the same dull ache in my chest, a reminder of the past I couldn't shake off. The corridors of Hogwarts were supposed to be filled with magic and wonder, but for me, they had become a maze of memories I desperately wanted to escape. And yet, no matter how hard I tried, I was stuck in a loop of misery, replaying the same moments over and over again.


It wasn't supposed to be like this. When I first came to Hogwarts, I believed that it was a place where I could start fresh, where the pain of my past relationship wouldn't follow me. But once again, I was wrong. The ghosts of what once was seemed to haunt every corner, whispering reminders of the heartbreak I endured.


I'd fallen in love before, once. It had been full of passion, all-consuming, and ultimately, devastating. He wasn't good for me; that much I knew. But leaving him had been the hardest thing I'd ever done, and even now, months later, I still felt the sting of it. He had left deep scars, ugly ones too, and I feared I would never heal.


And then, there was him–Mattheo Riddle, the son of The Dark Lord. A Slytherin with a reputation as cold as the dungeons he called home. But to me, he was different. I'd seen the way his eyes softened when he caught me looking, the way his lips curved into a smile that was meant just for me. It wasn't the fiery passion I'd known before, but something quieter, something that promised warmth in the midst of the cold, dark world.


But even as I found myself drawn to him, I couldn't let go of the past. It was like a chain, pulling me back every time I tried to move forward. I wanted to be with Mattheo, to let myself fall into whatever this was between us, but I was terrified. Terrified that I would end up in the same place I had been before–broken and alone.


One evening, as the sun set behind the towers of Hogwarts, I found myself in the library, lost in thought. The familiar feeling of despair began to creep in, wrapping itself around my heart like a vice. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to break free from this never-ending cycle of misery.


Suddenly, I felt a presence beside me. I looked up and saw Mattheo standing there, his eyes filled with concern. He didn't say anything, just sat down next to me, his hand resting gently on mine.


"I can see it, you know," he said softly, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "The way you're trapped in your own head. The way your past is eating you alive."


His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to deny it, to tell him that I was fine, but I couldn't. The thrush was, I wasn't fine. I was drowning, and I didn't know how to save myself.


"I'm scared," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm scared that I'll never be able to move on, that I'll never be able to love someone the way I should."


Mattheo didn't say anything for a moment, but his hand tightened around mine. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady and calm, like a beacon of light in the darkness.


"You don't have to be scared," he said. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I know you've been hurt before, but I'm not him. I won't hurt you. I'll be here, as long as it takes, until you're ready to let go of the past."


I looked at him then, really looked at him, and saw the truth in his eyes. He meant every word, and for the first in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could break free from this loop of misery. Possibly, with Mattheo by my side, I could finally start to heal.


And so, with a shaky breath, I squeezed his hand and nodded. "I'll try," I said. "For you, I'll try."


Mattheo smiled, a real, genuine smile that made my heart ache in a different way–a way that felt like the beginning of something new, something better. And in that moment, I knew that I wasn't alone anymore. I had Riddle, and with him, I could finally start to believe that the future held something more than just the pain of the past. 


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Don't really like this one, but I had to come up with something. Might edit it later, or not, I have no clue right now. 


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