𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 - 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖

TW: Suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide
(If these trigger you please skip the section marked with '✭‧⁺˚*･༓☾✭☽༓･*˚⁺‧✭' and all the text between the two markers.)

Lizzie's POV:

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Who would have thought that the heir of the dark Lord, Mattheo Riddle himself would end up in such a vulnerable situation? Passed out in my lap, drunk and injured.

I heal his bruises from the fall and the gash on his head with a little magic. I move his body so his head is on my thighs and the rest of his body at my side.

His breathing is slow and even, and warm against my legs. I run my fingers through his dark curls and scratch at his scalp with my nails.

I hear a quiet groan and my fiance shifts in my lap. But soon his breathing returns to a slow rhythm.

He reminds me of my old dog. It's still alive, but in Paris with my father. I last saw my gorgeous Marcello when he was still a puppy, with a luscious curly coat. Just like Mattheo's hair.

The biggest difference between them is that Marcello loved me more than anything; while Mattheo despises me to the core of his heart.

Maybe I'll visit my father after my wedding. If this prick lets me, anyway. He thinks he's been slick, but I've noticed him following me and checking who I talk and interact with.

It's insufferable and makes him look desperate. I know I'll become his property, but making sure no one steals a single hair off my head is borderline insane.

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I wish I had freedom. Maybe if I threw myself off of this rooftop, maybe then I'd be born free...

I remember the last time I jumped off the roof. I was with Enzo then. We free fell and only a few feet above the ground I broke our fall with a spell. I only did that because I can't take Enzo with me. Enzo is happy, he's going to marry Aurora in a month.

I could never take his life with mine. He's too kind, too thoughtful, too unbroken, the opposite of me. He deserves a happy marriage with the girl he loves. While I live a life of pain, expectations and death.

Maybe I should die; just like the countless muggles, house elves, mudbloods, other Hogwarts students I've killed.

I move Mattheo's head off my legs and stand up on shaky legs. I take Salazar off my wrist, while he fights to stay with me. I put him down on the roof tiles with my wand. I take off my heels and leave them neatly by my other possessions.

My steps reverberate in my skull, almost as loud as my heartbeat. I get ever closer to the edge of the roof top that I've dreamt about. My bare feet reach the cold end. It's only down from here.

I close my eyes, but I know they're filled with salty tears. A cold breeze hits me, making me sway, I breathe it in and silently say goodbye.

Goodbye mother.

Goodbye sister.

Goodbye cousins.

Goodbye friends.

Goodbye Mattheo Riddle.

Their faces flash through my mind as I lean forward, my arms at my sides, so I don't try stop my fall.

I fall over the edge.

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Until strong, scarred arms grasp midriff. They're shaking, whether with fear, anger or just the effort of lifting me; I'll never know.

I open my eyes again to Riddle's face above mine. He pulls me back up on the roof top and far, far from the edge.

I wipe my tears and the tons of leaking mascara and eyeliner that come off with them.

"Riddle?"

My voice is hoarse, as if I haven't spoken in days or just cried for hours.

He turns to face me. His face is the dictionary definition of anger. But I can see the tears in his eyes, the fear behind his brown irises.

"DON'T DO THAT! EVER AGAIN!" He aggressively shakes my shoulders, and it grounds me. I feel my mind clear slightly. I just stare at him with slight shock.

He pins me down to the roof under his weight, sitting on my legs. I know it's to keep me from moving, from trying again.

"Don't do that, ever. Ever again." He's calmed down slightly, and now his sadness and fear are more prominent than his anger. His arms wrap around my waist and he lets his head drop onto my chest.

"I'm not letting you die." He mutters into my navy blue tank top. Maybe he's more like a puppy than I thought.

"Why not?" I ask. I'm genuinely curious. He's wanted me dead for years now, but now that I was about to kill myself he doesn't want me gone?

"If you die it's gonna be because I killed you. Not natural causes, not another person, not illness, not even a natural disaster, and definitely not suicide. You're going to die by my hand and my hand only." His voice is steady now, and he looks into my eyes while he speaks. I can tell he's serious.

"What if I kill you first?"

"Then I'll die a happy man."

I laugh. A loud, natural laugh. Similar to my mother's. I wipe the happy tears from my eyes.

And for the first time in almost a decade, I manage to be in close proximity of Mattheo Riddle without threatening or insulting him. It's weird, but natural.

He mutters something into my chest. I can't tell whether he's really quiet or just stuffed his face into my boobs a little too much.

"What did you say?"

"I think I love you."

I laugh. I thought it's a joke. But his face is serious. He's serious about this.

I push him off me. It's not easy, but I'm not too weak. I stand up and step back. I look at my my fiance, my enemy, who just proclaimed his love for me.

"No. No you don't."

I run down the stairs to the rooftop, leaving my shoes, wand and pet snake behind.

I run into my room and lock the doors.

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Word count: 1024

I finished this chapter on Friday night wooo! (Before the update day)

I did plan this differently but when I started writing, the su*cide idea came to mind and I thought it fit in.

I did mean for them to talk more and for the confession to be taken better by Liz, but I couldn't resist a little dramatic ending. Now you have to wait two weeks for the next chapter 😝.

THANK YOU! For 16k reads and 225 votes. It's insane, I never thought people would want to read my little stories.

I love you all!

-M♥︎