ch.69~Torn.

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"Merry Christmas Brookie.

I don't think another life, would be any different. 

Unfortunately, I will see you there.

Because you never listen."

Recovered Translated Correspondents between Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, To Order Member Alexandra Brooks, 2003.


Hogwarts ruins, 2003.

Mattheo.


Courtyard. 

Dorm. 

Both mine, and hers. 

Forbidden forrest, specifically that one tree. 

How didn't I think. 

The fucking tower. 

One thing lead to another. 

A fucking apology... sort of?

I shouldn't have kissed her. 

I knew I shouldn't have. 

Then, she kissed me too. 

"I am not asking you to change!"

The snow. 

The fucking snow. 

And then, something in the way she looked at me, something in the way her the truth slipped from her lips. The way her eyes looking in this light, and the way she felt against me, simply made me forget. 

Who I was, who she was.

Where we were, what exactly was at stake. 

All I could see was her, all I wanted to see was her. 

Before I could form a coherent thought, before I could convince myself this was so wrong, I surged forward, grasping her waist with urgency that threatened to shatter everything I've worked for.

Magic enveloped us, pulling us through until we found ourselves back in her old dorm. 

The only place I could think of. 

The only place I wanted to be with her. 

I pushed her back onto the bed, my heart pounding with urgency, my head spinning. 

I needed her. 

Whether I wanted to, or not. 

"Alexandra," I murmured, my voice low and intense as I held her gaze, acutely aware of how close I was to having her. 

Leaning over her, I was consumed by the clash of emotions that raged within me. 

Part of me reveled in the moment, desperate for her, knowing I could finally have her. 

Every desire screamed at me to close the space, to claim what was mine. 

Yet, another part warned that I was risking everything—the world outside our bubble and all the chaos that loomed over us.

Everything I spent the last five years building, working for. 

Killing my self for. 

As if it was dangling in front of me.

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