a little riddle

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-I wanted to start with thank you so much for 400 followers, I barely have time to notice but this story has over 70k views now, *internally screaming* 💖

- I had no time to work on this story since it's coming to end it's making me sad BUT I have two more about Tom riddle and Weasley twins

-this book was written SO SO SO bad At the beginning with no plot, no emotions, no povs, not enough descriptions of how characters felt, so I will be redoing it and making it so much since I realized how to write Wattpad finally

- I have been spending my time writing extra chapters for my other fanfics since now I know the beginning is good and the storyline can go good or bad... we would never know

-also If you are from TikTok... hey:)

-that's how I imagine Silas looks like since he's turning 3 in September^^^

-vote and enjoy the chapter❤️

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Over the past month, it was terrible, I have been seen Mattheo this stressed before, over kids or me, he would simply not come home whenever he was unstable and psychotic

Where was he off to?

I don't know.

But there will be days when he was calmer and he kept writing, writing, and writing. Mattheo would spend his hours in my craft room ruining paper and getting mad over ink since the color was not black

What was he writing?

I don't know.

He was more himself with Alvin, it was like the dog got glued to him. I mean it was cute to see them together but he still could talk to me. From time to time he would not even sleep with me anymore, I would wake up he would either be on a couch in the morning or the twins' room sleeping on a rocking chair spending his time with them like he was going to see them for the last time

Charlotte would be with me since she finished Hogwarts last year, which I never knew that she was the same age as Tom but a class upper

Voldemort came back from hiding. It was terrifying to see him be gone for 2 years and destroy half of the Diagon Alley in seconds just to make sure everyone knew he was back

I on the other hand I would spend my remaining time writing the biggest letter I have ever written after I finally realized what was Mattheo writing in his. I wrote mine just in case if something happened to me, I would not want to leave this place without saying a goodbye

But Silas would grow day by day, his curls didn't look like his dad's anymore and he was taller than Elora, but she learned how to pronounce words faster and she was more intelligent. She could define colors and place them in the right bins while Silas would throw them around as they could fly

One night he came home okay surprisingly, no bloody shirt, no beaten knuckles, or no bruises on his face from fighting. He simply collapsed on my thighs and fell asleep, for the first time in a month he was close to me and was not drifting away from me

After past events, he acted okay, like he came to his normal senses and got passed through the events or thoughts that would keep him wondering... or awake

~~present day~~

"I missed you so much" Mattheo was finally around me again, sleeping in a bed like a normal person and I finally could feel his presence around me like it used to be

"I'm sorry" all he replied before kissing me on the lips, it was a small kiss but the feeling, oh I missed it so much

"No I'm sorry to break off whatever is happening here but we need to get going" Tom walked in through the door but it was shut the first time, I could hear his head slam against the door