Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Missing You - Pt.2

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As days bled into weeks, and the ache in Mattheo's chest became something he carried like an old injury—dulled but ever-present. Y/N's absence from his life was a void he couldn't fill, no matter how hard he tried. The halls of Hogwarts still buzzed with life, but for him, they had lost their warmth.

His new relationship with Olivia wasn't exactly failing, but it wasn't thriving either. Olivia was kind, gentle, and everything he thought he needed to forget Y/N. Yet, every time she laughed, he found himself straining to hear Y/N's melody in it. Every touch of hers to his felt hollow, like it was missing a spark that only one person could ignite.

One afternoon, as he sat in the library pretending to study, Olivia reached across the table to touch his hand. He flinched, a small movement that didn't go unnoticed.

"Mattheo," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "Don't say anything, just listen to me. I can feel it."

"Olivia, I—"

She shook her head, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're still in love with her, aren't you?"

He wanted to deny it, to reassure her, but the words wouldn't come. He couldn't lie. His silence was answer enough.

That evening, Mattheo found himself wandering the castle grounds. The crisp autumn air bit at his skin, but he welcomed the discomfort—it was easier to feel the cold than to face the storm within him.

The Black Lake shimmered under the moonlight, its surface rippling gently. It was their spot, where they used to meet after curfew, sneaking out to share secrets and stolen moments. He hadn't been back since the breakup, but tonight, something pulled him there.

And there she was.

Y/N sat on the same rack they'd claimed as their own, her knees pulled to her chest, her gaze fixed on the water. The sight of her stole the breath from his lungs. She looked the same and yet different—stronger, more distant, like she'd built walls around her that even he might not be able to climb.

"Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She turned, startled, her eyes widening when she saw him. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, she offered a small, hesitant smile. "Mattheo."

He approached slowly, unsure if he was welcome. "I didn't think I'd see you here."

"I didn't think I'd see you either," she replied, her tone guarded.

He sat on the edge of the rock, leaving a careful distance between them. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words.

"Why are you here?" she asked finally.

"I don't know," he admitted. "Maybe...because this is where I feel closest to you."

Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it. "You shouldn't say things like that. You have someone else now, in case you forgot." She said boldly. 

"Not anymore," he quietly said.

Her head snapped toward him, surprise flickering in her eyes. "Why?"

"Because she wasn't you."

The words hung in the air, raw and honest. Y/N looked away, staring into the distance, her fingers gripping the edge of the rock. "Mattheo... we ended things for a reason."

"I know," he said, his voice cracking. "But I don't think I ever really understood that reason. I don't think I truly understood how much you meant to me. I think I was afraid of how much you meant to me...how much we meant to one another."

Y/N didn't answer right away. Instead, she stared at the water, her expression conflicted. "I told myself breaking up with you was for the best," she said finally. "That we needed space to grow. But maybe...maybe I was afraid. Afraid that if we stayed together, that I'd lose myself in you."

"You wouldn't have," he said, his tone firm. "I would've made sure of it."

She turned to him, tears brimming in her eyes. "And what if I had lost myself? What if I had lost you instead? What then, Mattheo?"

The vulnerability in her voice broke him. He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. "You never lost me, Y/N. Not really. I've been here, waiting for you, even when I didn't realize it."

Her lips trembled at his words, but she didn't pull away. "Mattheo, I don't know if I can go back to what we had."

"Maybe we're not supposed to," he said, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of her hand. "Maybe we're supposed to start over. No expectations, no fears. Just us."

Y/N studied him for a long moment, as if searching for something in his eyes. And whatever she had found must have reassured her, because she nodded slowly. "Okay," she whispered.

"Okay?" he echoed, his heart racing.

"Okay," she said again, a small smile breaking through her tears. "Let's try."

And so, as the moonlight bathed them in its silver glow, Mattheo felt a flicker of hope ignite in his chest. Maybe they couldn't rewrite the past, but they could write a new chapter—a story that was entirely their own. 

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I hope this was up to your expectation, haha. I honestly didn't really know where to go with it, but I thought this was alright. I may edit it some time in the future and change it up :)

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