Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by L...
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The next morning, Emerson felt like she was coming apart at the seams.
Sleep had become a distant, impossible thing, stolen from her by the memory of Mattheo. Her mind was an absolute war zone, thoughts crashing into each other with no resolution.
Twice.
She had kissed Mattheo twice in the past two days.
Worse than that, she let him touch her in ways she never let anyone before. Not even Cedric. She let herself come undone beneath his hands, his lips and his voice. She let herself to fall into something dangerous, something she knew better than to entertain.
What the hell was she doing?
The weight of it made her feel sick, a sharp stab of guilt that lodged itself deep in her chest. It was like she was betraying something sacred, though she didn't know whether it was Cedric's memory or herself.
She wasn't supposed to be one of those girls. She never wanted to be one of the girls who melted under Mattheo's charm and let themselves fall for his sharp smirks and rough hands. Yet, she melted for Mattheo and gave into him so easily. So now... Now she didn't know what to think.
Because it didn't feel necessarily like a game that she was caught up in.
It wasn't a game for him when he got jealous over her wearing Enzo's jersey or when he ripped that cigarette from her mouth, furious and protective. And, it certainly wasn't a game when he kissed her like he was trying to make her understand something.
Emerson swallowed hard as she stepped into the Great Hall that morning, her gaze immediately sweeping over the rows of students. She wasn't sure who she was looking for, until she located Olivia.
She was sitting at the Ravenclaw table, a book open in front of her, looking serene and untouched by the world's chaos. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, and there was no sign of exhaustion or illness on her face.
Emerson froze, a wave of relief washing over her so suddenly it nearly took her breath away. She hadn't seen Olivia at all yesterday; not in the halls, classes or their dormitory. She was nowhere and it left an uncomfortable weight pressing against her ribs.
She hadn't even realised just how worried she was until now.
For a moment, she just watched her. Olivia looked perfectly fine. She was flipping a page in her book, her brow furrowed in quiet concentration. She didn't look sick, or injured, or as though she disappeared from existence the day before.
