Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Missing You

A/N: I'm starting to run out of ideas for short stories so if you have a request pls comment and let me know! I'm closing requests as of 12/26/2024. 

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Word Count: 452

The school hallways buzzed with life every morning, the familiar sounds of chatter and laughter blending together in a familiar hum. For Mattheo Riddle, these sounds had become a painful reminder, a distant echo of memories with Y/N that felt like lifetimes ago.

They hadn't spoken since the breakup. It had been mutual in words, but the hurt, he later realized, hadn't really been mutual. Not for him. He'd moved on—or at least tried to. There was someone else now. Someone sweet and kind, someone who brought him laughter and warmth. But each time he looked at her, it felt as if he were searching for Y/N. Her voice, her smile, the way her eyes would light up just for him—none of it felt replaceable.

Nights were the hardest. They were the times when memories would return uninvited. He would lie awake, replaying snippets of conversations, the laughter that would echo off the walls of his mind. He could remember the warmth of her hand in his as they walked under the stars, sharing dreams and secrets. During the day, those memories seemed less real, but in the quiet of night, they were all he had. They were what he still craved.

She still passed through the halls, always with her friends, always with that same soft smile. Sometimes, he caught her glancing his way, and for a split second, he thought he saw the same longing in her eyes that mirrored his own. But she'd quickly look away, as if pretending that it hadn't happened at all.

Y/N missed him too, though. She missed the way he'd make her laugh, the way he could take her from being anxious to feeling alive in mere moments. But she kept telling herself that if they were meant to be, they'd find each other again. She wouldn't make the first move; she wouldn't reach out. It hurt her, but she clung to the hope that if it was truly fate, they'd meet again—one day, somewhere, somehow.

Sometimes, Mattheo would catch himself thinking of the "what ifs." What if he hadn't moved on so quickly, hadn't tried so desperately to replace what they'd had? What if he had waited, let the feelings simmer and settle rather than rush to fill the empty space she'd left?

Every night, when he lay alone with his thoughts, it was her he saw, her he missed, and her he silently wished to see just once more. He would wonder if she thought of him too, if her nights were haunted by memories of them together.

And every morning, he'd see her again, passing through the same halls as him, close but never close enough, both waiting—hoping—that fate might bring them together once more.

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