Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Todavía Te Llevo

Word Count: 983

Song Inspo: Mi Buen Amor - Mon Laferte (feat. Bunbury)

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Y/N POV

Some loves never leave you.

Even when you're the one to walk away.

Mattheo Riddle was my undoing and my awakening all at once. A storm I thought I could stand in forever. I loved him with a fire that burned through my bones, and for a while, he loved me back in a way I've never encountered; in the only way he knew how-with chaos, with quiet desperation, with trembling hands that never asked me to stay, but never wanted to let me go.

But I did. Eventually.

Because love, no matter how deep, cannot survive in the shadows.

I remember the last night we were together. The common room was nearly empty, a flickering candle between us. He sat across from me, jaw clenched, fingers twitching like they always did when he was trying to bottle something up.

"I'm not good for you," he muttered, eyes fixed on the fire.

I hated when he said that.

Not because it wasn't true, but because it was. And I didn't care.

"I know."

His eyes finally met mine, and for the briefest moment, I saw something crack.

"You were never supposed to be good," I whispered. "Just mine."

He stared at me. I could tell he wanted to say something, but no words came. I wanted him to say something, anything.

Yet, nothing...

He didn't reach for me. He never did when it counted.

So, I left.

Not in anger. Not in heartbreak. Just... in silence. The kind that seeps into your soul and stays there.

And now, weeks later, I still carry him with me.

In the way I sleep facing the wall, because he used to sleep behind me and wrap his arms around my waist like I might vanish. In the way I flinch when someone calls my name too sharply, because Mattheo never raised his voice, but when he did-he meant it. In the way my fingers instinctively reach for the necklace he gave me-still tucked beneath my shirt.

Mi buen amor...

Even weeks later, people ask me if I've moved on. If I'm better now. If I miss him.

I smile and lie. Because how do you explain that missing someone like him doesn't come in waves-it lives in your bloodstream?