Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Ghost of You

Word Count: 688

In the quiet corners of the world where shadows linger, I remain. I am but a whisper now, a memory in the wind, drifting through the days and nights that once held such warmth and promise. My name is Y/N, and though my heart no longer beats, it still aches with love for him.

His name is Mattheo. We were inseparable once, two souls entwined in the joys and challenges of life. We shared everything–laughter, dreams, even our fears. But life is cruel, and it tore us apart too soon, leaving him is a sea of grief. Now, I watch over him, my presence unseen, my voice unheard, yet I am here, always.

I see him every day, going through the motions of a life that no longer seems to hold any meaning. He wakes up, but he no longer smiles at the sunrise. He goes through his routine, but it is empty, devoid of the light that once filled his eyes. He still carries my photograph in his wallet, his fingers tracing the edges as if to bring me back.

But I can't. I am a ghost, tethered to this world by the love we shared and pain that remains. I can't speak to him, can't comfort him in the way he needs. All I can do is watch and hope that somehow, he will feel me, know that I am still with him.

So I try, in the only ways I can. When he's sitting alone in our old favorite spot by the window, I make the curtains flutter, just a little, hoping he'll notice. I nudge his coffee cup closer when he forgets to take a sip. I move his books to remind him of the stories we loved, the ones that used to make us laugh until we cried.

But he doesn't see. He doesn't feel it. He's lost in his grief, a shadow of the man he used to be. And I am powerless to help him.

One night, I find him sitting on the floor of our living room, the lights dimmed, our favorite song playing softly in the background. His shoulders are hunched, his head bowed, and I know he's crying. It's the first time I've seen him crying since I left, and it tears at the remnants of my soul.

I float closer, wishing more than anything I could wrap my arms around him, to hold him like I used to. But all I can do is whisper, my voice carried away by the wind. "Mattheo, please. I'm here. I'm still here."

He doesn't hear me. He shivers, wiping his tears away roughly, as if trying to push the pain down, to bury it deep inside. But it's too strong, too overwhelming. He falls back against the couch, his eyes squeezed shut, and I can almost feel his despair.

In a desperate attempt to reach him, I focus on my will, all my love, into one small act. I nudge the music player, skipping to the next track–our song. The melody fills the room, soft and bittersweet, and I see him freeze, his breath catching in his throat.

For a moment, just a moment, he looks around, as if searching for something, someone. His eyes are wide, filled with a glimmer of hope that I haven't seen in so long. "Y/N?" he whispers, his voice trembling.

I wish I could answer. I wish I could say yes, that I'm here, that I'll always be here. But all I can do is watch, his heart breaking for him, for us.

As the song plays, he closes his eyes, leaning back against the couch. His breathing steadies, and for the first time since I've been gone, he seems at peace. It's not much, but it's something. It's a step.

And I know, as I watch him drift off to sleep, that one day, he'll be okay. He'll find a way to live again, to smile again. It will take time, I'll be there with him, every step of the way. My love guiding him, even if he can't see me.

For now, that's enough. 

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I know I should probably stop writing ones like this, but I find it so painfully adoring (in a good/bittersweet way)

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