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— y/n pov.
"hey, have you guys seen theo?" i ask the boys, glancing around the common room.
"no, sweetheart. sorry." mattheo says, absentmindedly playing with his rings.
"yes." tom speaks up, flipping a page in his book.
my brows furrow. "where?" i ask, a hint of urgency in my voice. "me and him were supposed to go on a date."
"in the library. with margot." he says simply.
my heart drops.
"why'd you throw him under the bus like that?" their other friend, jason, asks, shaking his head.
"because she has the right to know." tom replies, pulling up his sleeves before returning his focus to his book.
i swallow hard, ignoring the tightness in my chest. "thank you, tom." i mumble before turning on my heel and heading straight for the library.
my heart pounds violently against my ribs as i navigate the hallways, my hands clenched into fists. when i finally step into the library, it's eerily quiet, the faint scent of old parchment filling the air. i already know where to go. the back of the library—his favorite spot.
i take a sharp turn, weaving through the towering bookshelves, and then i see him.
theo.
with margot.
her legs are draped over his lap, their bodies close, heads tilted toward each other as they laugh quietly. effortlessly. intimately.
he was never like that with me.
before i can stop myself, i accidentally knock over a stack of books, the loud crash echoing through the library. i gasp. theo's head snaps up, his face instantly draining of color the moment he sees me.
i don't wait. i turn around and storm off, my vision blurred with unshed tears.
"y/n!" his voice calls after me.
i don't stop. i push through the doors, my blood boiling, my heart aching.
"cara mia! please." his voice is desperate as he grabs my hand, forcing me to a halt.
"don't call me that. don't touch me." i spit, yanking my hand away from his grip.
"whatever you saw, it was nothing." he insists, his voice strained.
"clearly, it was something." i say, wiping away a tear before it can fall.
"please, amore." he whispers, his hands cupping my cheeks, his thumbs brushing against my skin.
"no. why are you only acting like this now, after i caught you?" my voice is barely above a whisper, but i know he hears the pain in it. "you prioritized another girl."
"i'm so sorry, please. don't leave me." he pleads, his fingers threading through my hair like he can hold me together.
"no." i shake my head, stepping back. "i'm done."
"no, please, amore." his voice cracks as he reaches for me again.
i take another step back. "i'm so tired of being second choice to you. you never let me put my legs on your lap. you were never like that with me. but now, suddenly, you're acting like this—just because you got caught."
"no, please, stop. let me explain. i'll change, please." his hands tremble as they find my cheek again, but i push him off.
"no. i'm done." i say firmly, the finality settling between us like a storm about to break. "have fun with margot."
i turn and walk away, his voice calling my name over and over, each plea growing weaker, until eventually, i can't hear him anymore.
