Not a love story - Matheo Riddle & Y/n Lestrange

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we have lasted through thick and thin but this time my heart is broken into millions of shards that even the finest surgeon couldn't fix me 

his words have imprinted on me and I feel it makes it worse

the words of love and admiration. 

it feels like I've been stabbed through the throat and the tip just hit my heart but all it needed was that one collision. I can't seem to close the door because it's him. I keep letting him in because I love him

more than anyone could

I look at him and I see nothing, I looked at him to see the truth but all I could see was Brocken promises 

I close the door for the first time, locking it both metaphorically and physically.

the world's silent and the only thing i can hear is the sound of my breaths, going in and out

I take the steps back down to the common room, everything is quiet, I make my way through the deep sea of bodies

my legs keep on walking, through the halls we said I love you the places he kissed me, the memories that haunt me they hang over me. as i slowly walk further and further away from the castle the disappear. 

toms pov

i watched her leave so i decided to follow her. she walks to a small frozen lake there she falls to her knees as she lets out the most heart-wrenching cry ive ever heard. its as if someone told her everyone she loved is dead

"woah shit y/n," i say running to her

she clenches her stomach 

she screams in agony and pain

"what's happening," i ask frantically unaware of the pain she is in

"hes cheating on me," she whispers as she chokes out another painful cry

oh god

y/ns pov

his actions have hurt me, not only hurt me but my little baby girl. 

... 

the next morning i wake up in my bed to find out that yesterday's event where real and im  just living in hell

hearing a knock on the door i open it to find Matheo standing there. i immediately close it on him 

"y/n what's wrong," he says knocking again

i lie back down in bed hoping that he just goes away, but he doesn't he opens the door and sits on the bed

"why are you ignoring me and why are you crying," its obvious I've been crying the tear-stained mascara that's smudged on my cheeks and my red rosy lips and nose.

"where done," I say in my little voice

"what," he asks confused 

"i saw you last night with that girl," i say still lying down on my side

"you saw that," he asks shocked

"get out," i say practically begging him

"no," he says as he looks like he might cry

"its not my actions that have led us here so please, fuck off," i say crying looking at the sun

hearing the door close i let myself drown in my tears.

...

is it bad that i yern for his touch for his words of love, knowing hes given them to her. the thoughts consume my mind as i sit in class wishing that professor snapes words word already kill me