Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Under the Same Sky

Word Count: 782

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The first time I met her, it was on Platform 9 ¾, a place caught between worlds between departures and arrivals, between hellos and goodbyes.

She had been standing there, a single suitcase by her side, staring up at the scarlet train as though she wasn't sure whether she was meant to board it or turn away.

I had been watching her for a while, not quite understanding why.

Her fingers traced invisible patterns over the handle of her suitcase, her brows furrowed in thought. There was something about her-something unbound, like she didn't quite belong anywhere but had somehow found herself there, in that precise moment.

She looked up suddenly, catching me staring.

"Do you always lurk in the shadows?" she asked, amusement curling the edges of her lips.

"Do you always talk to strangers?" I shot back.

She tilt her head. "Only the ones who look like they have something to say."

I should've left it at that. Should've let her walk away and disappear into the crowd of travelers.

But I didn't.

Because for some reason, in that in-between place, with the train billowing steam and the sound of goodbyes handing in the air, I didn't want her to go.

And for one night, I didn't have to.

We spent hours together in a world that didn't belong to anyone but us-wandering the streets of London, sharing secrets we had never told anyone else. We talked about magic and adventure, about things we feared and things we longed for. I told her about my past, about the weight of the name Riddle. She told me about the places she's been, the places she dreamed of going, of running, of never looking back.

She kissed me under the dim glow of a streetlight, and it felt like time itself had unraveled around us.

But dawn came too soon.

And we both knew it had to end.

"Meet me here,' she whispered, just as the first signs of morning broke over the horizon. "One year from now. Same time, same place."

I should've said something poetic. Something to make her stay. Something that would make her believe I wouldn't dare miss it.

But, instead, I just nodded. "I'll be there."