DELGADO || Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy)

Part 82 - Phoenix and Tears

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❝Why do you fight me, when everyone else tells you to run? Especially Sebastian?❞

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~Marvolo's POV~

I leaned against the bathroom doorframe, watching her in silence, just like I always did. From a distance. She wore black jeans and a simple white top, unknowingly matching me again, as if our hearts were still aligned even when our paths weren't. My leather jacket hung neatly on the full-length mirror in the corner.

She stood at the sink, impatiently battling her messy hair, frustration in every movement. Then she saw me. Our eyes locked, and the air thickened with tension. So many words between us, but none spoken.

"Still here?" she asked, barely more than a breath.

I stepped inside, closing the space. "Couldn't leave without my jacket."

She reached for it and handed it over. "Of course." Her lashes cast shadows over her eyes as she looked up. Time slowed.

Our fingers brushed. Just a second. But it was enough.

I slid the jacket on. Her scent clung to the leather. She'd worn it. I knew she would. She missed me, she just didn't know how to say it.

I nodded quietly, about to leave.

Then her voice cracked behind me rough, uncertain. Like thunder trapped in a cage.

"Marvolo."

She said it like it still belonged to her. And in that moment, it did. It wasn't a plea, anger. Or love. It was just my name, utterly human.

I turned, eyes soft but aching, giving her one last chance.

Her hands trembled at her sides. Her eyes shimmered, not with tears, but with that violent storm of defiance and doubt. She hated this. Hated how it ended. Hated herself for leading us here.

"what did you say?" I whispered.

Her lips parted. Nothing came.

She was split in two. Torn between staying and running. Wanting to tear down every wall she'd built, but still tethered to thoughts of him.

"Marvolo," she finally whispered.

But she didn't move.

I smiled slow "Angella."

She looked away, like the sound of her name had sliced straight through her.

"Is this our goodbye?" she asked, her voice trembling with all the pain we felt.

"It is."

I turned to go, but I didn't look away. I needed her to see me. To feel what she was doing to me. This woman had undone me, reduced me to something raw and unrecognizable.

And she knew.

Recognition flickered in her eyes.

"You're crying..." she whispered, disbelieving.

I stepped forward, rested my forehead gently against hers. My voice broke, barely a murmur. "I'll see you in two years. This day. Our spot. Midnight."

I pressed a kiss to her head. Then turned toward the door.

I knew what was coming.

Footsteps followed fast and desperate.

She threw herself in front of the door, slamming it shut and leaning back against it, blocking my exit. Her eyes found mine, glassy and fierce.