DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 53 - Victory and Precious

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❝I clenched my fists. "You—❞

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Sebastian should have made a better choice. He could have shown me that he cared, that he wanted to be with me. But instead, all he ever craved was distance. And the moment he chose Adelaide, I knew a war was about to begin.

He wouldn't look at me. He wouldn't talk to me.

So I stopped caring.

If Sebastian wanted his precious distance, fine. He could have it.

I spent the night watching him from the shadows, hidden in corners, lost in the crowd. I saw him drinking, dancing, having the time of his life with people who weren't me. And yet... he was scanning the room the entire time.

He was looking for me.

Good.

At some point, I stopped caring who saw me with Marvolo. I let myself enjoy every moment, every touch, every smirk, every whispered word against my skin.

And then, finally, he found me—perched comfortably on Marvolo's lap.

Victory had never tasted so sweet.

Sebastian stormed off, and I knew exactly what it meant.

He was trying to hold back the monster that lurked beneath the surface.

I should have let him go.

But something in me still ached for him. I thought, maybe, I should apologize for my behavior.

Until I saw him.

Standing under the spotlight in the center of the dance floor.

Holding her.

Kissing Adelaide like a man starved, desperate, as if he were setting the world on fire.

The crowd erupted into cheers, completely fooled by the performance.

But I wasn't.

My heart clenched so painfully I could hardly breathe.

Sebastian was kissing someone else.

I barely made it to the bathroom in time before my stomach twisted violently. I collapsed into the nearest stall, emptying everything inside me.

What had I done?

It didn't stop. My body kept rejecting everything as I clung to the cold floor, shaking.

Was this my fault?

Or was it his?

Another wave hit, and I lost the rest of whatever remained in my stomach.

By the time it was over, my throat burned. My hands trembled as I wiped my mouth clean, forcing myself up on shaky legs.

I needed to breathe.

At the sink, I rinsed my hands, splashed water on my face, and reached for a paper towel. I was just about to leave when I realized I wasn't alone.

A man stood by the sinks, waiting for me.

"Are you alright, pigeon?" His voice was calm, almost gentle.

I barely spared him a glance. "I'm fine. Now remove yourself from the girls' lavatory. You're not allowed in here." I turned on the tap, letting the cold water run over my hands.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm not here to hurt you or anything."

I exhaled slowly. "That's nice, but I can take care of myself. Now leave."