Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Todavía Te Llevo Pt. 2

Word Count: 655

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Days passed.

Then weeks.

Then two months.

Mattheo Riddle and I have been broken up for two months. My undoing and awakening, and yet the more I try to forget him, I can't.

He's everywhere.

In the corners of classrooms, in the flick of a lighter someone uses behind the greenhouses in the way someone says "bloody hell" under their breath. It's like the universe refuses to let me breathe without reminders.

Some days I do fine. I laugh, I study, I let my friends come over more than usual to talk about everything and nothing. I pretend.

Other days? I walk past the corridor where he once pinned me against the wall with that hungry kind of look, and my legs go weak. I see his hands in my dreams. Still warm. Still trembling when they held mine.

What no one tells you is how quiet the world gets after losing someone who was never loud to begin with. He wasn't sunshine. He was dusk-soft, mysterious, beautiful, and fleeting.

There are days I see him for a brief moment. In passing. Across the Great Hall. On the far side of the courtyard, always surrounded, always touchable. But in his eyes...his eyes were never quite present.

Like he's living in a memory. Like I am.

And then one night, everything shifts.

It's raining. The kind of rain that soaks into your bones. I'm heading back from the library, books tucked against my chest, when I see him-leaning against the stone archway outside the Slytherin common room.

He looks... hollow. Pale. Drenched. And yet still somehow him. His eyes find mine immediately, like they'd been waiting.

I don't say anything.

Neither does he. Not at first.

"Y/N," he finally breathes, voice cracked and low.

I hate that I still love the sound of it. I hate that it makes my heart twist.

"Why are you out here?" I ask, because it's easier than asking the real questions.

"I've been waiting."

"For who?"

"For you."

A pause.

"For two months."

I clutch the books tighter to my chest. "That's a long time to be silent."

"I didn't know how to say it," he says, rain dripping from his lashes. "I didn't know how to admit that I ruined the best thing I ever had. That every day without you feels like I'm walking without lungs. That I smoke just to feel something-because nothing touches me anymore. Not without you."

The ache in my chest blooms sharp and sudden.

"I told myself I'd be better off alone," he continues. "That you deserved more. But I didn't realize how much less I'd be without you."

I don't stop the tear that slips down my cheek. "You let me walk away."

"I know," he says, voice shaking now. "And I hate myself for it every second since."

His hands are clenched at his sides. He's trembling, barely holding himself together. And I realize-this is the first time I've ever seen Mattheo Riddle beg.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "For everything. For pushing you away. For not being brave enough to hold on when it mattered."

He takes another step forward, eyes locked on mine.

"I love you, Y/N. And without you, without love... I'm nothing. I'm just a name. Just noise."

And for the first time in two months. I can breathe.

I drop the books.

His hands are on my face in a heartbeat, pulling me in, and I let him. Because this-this is the Mattheo I always believed was underneath the armor. Shaking, soaked, broken... but real.

I press my forehead to his.

"I never stopped loving you," I whisper. "But I need to know this isn't just another moment for you to run from."

"I won't run," he promises. "Not from you. Not again."

And as his lips meet mine, slow and trembling and desperate, I finally understand what the song meant when it said mi buen amor. My good love.

Because he is.

Even when it hurt.

Even now.

Especially now.

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Imma have to rewrite this...it's not up to my standards haha.

Alsoooo, I'm going to post the first few parts of a new story I've been working on, on Monday! yayyyyyyy

Stay Beautiful <3