Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

In My Dream

Word Count: 463

It was always the same dream.

I was standing in the Forbidden Forest, the trees casting shadows under the moonlight, but I wasn't alone. She was there-Y/N. Her laughter echoed softly, a sound so real it made my heart ache. Her eyes sparkled like starlight, drawing me closer. The moment she smiled, the world around us faded away, leaving only her and me in the stillness.

"Mattheo," she whispered, her voice like a secret meant only for me.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, sending warmth through my veins. There was something so perfect about her, something that made every piece of me feel whole in a way I never had before. We walked together, her hand fitting into mine like it had always belonged here. We didn't need to speak much; everything was understood without words.

I leaned in closer, my lips barely brushing against hers, the world slowing to a perfect stillness.

But just as I was about to close the distance, everything started to shift, the dream slipping away like sand through my fingers. Her image began to blur, fading into the mist.

"No," I muttered, gripping her hand tighter, but she was slipping from my grasp.

"Mattheo..." her voice was distant now, fading into the wind. "It's time to wake up."

And then, she was gone.

I shot up in bed, gasping for air, my chest heaving. The remnants of the dream clung to me, her laughter, her touch, her smile. But as reality set in, so did the disappointment.

The room was dark, cold. Empty.

I sat back against the headboard, running a hand through my messy hair, trying to steady my breathing. My heart still pounded as if she had been here with me, but she wasn't. She never was. It was just another dream, one that always left me feeling hollower than before.

Y/N... The name echoed in my mind, but she was nothing more than a creation of my subconscious. A figment. A dream that taunted me night after night with the promise of something–someone–who didn't exist. And every time I woke, that emptiness inside me grew.

I slammed my fist into the mattress, frustration burning in my chest. It wasn't fair. In the dream everything felt so real, so right. But it wasn't real. She wasn't real.

I sat there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, the ghost of her touch still lingering on my skin. The ache of her absence settled deep inside me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was searching for something I'd never find.

With a sigh, I lay back down, closing my eyes, hoping that maybe–just maybe–sleep would take me back to her. Even if it was only for a little while. 

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