Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

I Built This For You

Word Count: 610

Mattheo Riddle stood in the quiet clearing, the last rays of sunset casting a warm, golden light on the gnarly completed house. Every plank of wood, every nail hammered, held a memory. He had built this house for her—for Y/N.

Years had passed since they last saw each other. She had moved on, her life branching into a different path while Mattheo had stayed behind, in a small town they once both shared. He still remembered the way she smiled when they were young, the dreams they shared, the promises whispered under starlit skies. But life, as it often does, had different plans. She went away, seeking a future in a far-off city, leaving him behind with nothing more but memories.

He had always loved her. That much never changed. Even when the letters from her stopped, even when the seasons passed, he held on to that love—that unexplainable love. He knew it was foolish, that she had more than likely forgotten him, but there was a part of him that believed she would come back.

So, he built her this house. Their dream house–their home that he wished she would come back to. The house they had talked about so many years ago. It stood tall and proud, a symbol of love that had refused to fade.

One afternoon, Y/N sat in her apartment, sipping coffee as she flipped through the local newspaper from her hometown, something she rarely did anymore. But her eyes caught a name, Mattheo Riddle.

She hadn't thought about him in years, not since life had carried her in a different direction. Yet, seeing his name stirred something deep in her. The article was about a man who had built a house—a beautiful, hand-crafted home on the outskirts of town. And as Y/N read further, her heart stopped. The house was for her.

The next day, she found herself driving back to the town she once called home. A mixture of emotions swirled inside her—curiosity, nostalgia, guilt. She hadn't meant to leave Mattheo behind the way she did, but time and distance had pulled them apart.

When she arrived, she saw him. Mattheo was standing on the front porch, his back turned away from hers, hammer in hand. The house was everything they had once talked about—a perfect reflection of the dreams they shared. And in that moment, Y/N realized that while she had moved on, a piece of her heart had always been with him.

He turned slowly, sensing her presence before seeing her, his eyes wide with a quiet disbelief. For a long moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of years and unspoken words, handing in the air.

"You came back," Mattheo whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"I didn't know," Y/N softly replied, her voice slightly trembling. "I didn't know you still remembered."

"I never forgot," he admitted, stepping closer, his eyes searching hers. "I built this house for us...for you."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Mattheo, I...I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he replied, a small, sad smile on his lips. "Just you being here is enough."

And for the first time in years, standing there in front of the home they had dreamed of, Y/N felt the pull of the past. She had built a life elsewhere, but this—this was the life she had once wanted. The life she had left behind.

In the fading light of the evening, they stood side by side, two souls reunited by the love that had never truly died. The house, a symbol of the past, now stood as a beacon of hope for what could still be.

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