drifted | M.R.

028 | the check

trigger warning: self harm talk
word count: 642

"Brooke," Belle whispered gently. She was back to bed rotting. She didn't want to hug or touch Mattheo again, making her guilt eat her alive. Brooke was facing the wall, when suddenly she jolted up, her eyes wide with fear, fresh tears falling down her face.

Belle didn't know what to do. She just stared at her, waiting for her to do or say something. But she mumbled a gentle, "Mattheo," and Belle didn't need to hear anything else.

Due to her not wanting to be touched, he would blow up a mattress and stayed on that most of the nights. He wouldn't go to sleep until he knew she was sleeping, but even then he would wait a while. To make sure she didn't have a nightmare.

At the moment he was eating breakfast with Enzo and Theodore. He wanted her to eat but he knew she probably wouldn't. Belle entered, a look of sadness on her face. Mattheo stood up, his eyes looked on the Malfoy girl.

"What happened?"

"She said you left her again.." He wasted no time before he was walking up to their room. When the boy opened the door he saw his girl sitting in the corner of their bed, shaking with tears streaming down her face. Mattheo fought tears of his own as he watched her.

He quickly blinked them back and tried to put on a smile, shutting the door and walking towards the broken girl. He slowly sat in the bed, making sure to approach her calmly. She shook as she moved her head, finally looking at him.

His heart warmed when a small smile went to her lips and she wrapped his arms around his neck. She melted against him, her body calming down and her tears slowly stopping. She was sitting in his lap, her head tucked into his neck.

After a little while he noticed her breathing had slowed and become calmer. He kissed her hair and laid her down, starting to lift her sleeves up. He lifted her right one first, seeing that the only thing that laid there was her old self harm scars. He smiled softly, kissing it gently so she wouldn't wake up.

He pulled the sleeve back down, moving her right hand over her body. When he put it down, she moved softly. She turned over, pressing her front to Mattheo, her arm wrapped around his waist. It made it easier for him to check. But his heart melted at it. He gently started lifting her sleeve. He hated that he had to do it because he felt like he was violating her privacy but when it came to her safe, he didn't have boundaries.

He saw the same thing, old scars that were slowly healing. It made tears go to his eyes. He pulled her sleeve back down and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears from falling but one single one slid down. It wasn't because he was sad, he was overflowing with joy. With what Pansy had said, he was worried she would be trying to cut again. But seeing that her scars were healing and not seeing any new open ones, made his heart fill with joy.

He didn't wanna do it when she was sleeping but he also knew she was struggling and he felt like if he just asked to see her arms, it would make her feel worse. So he decided when she was sleeping would be the best time to do it.

He smiled softly, kissing her hair and maneuvering his way to lay down. The brown boy pulled the girl onto his chest and wiped the remaining, drying tears off his girlfriend's face.

She was his world, and no matter what, he'd come home, to her.