Mattheo Riddle was the hotheaded, bad boy of Hogwarts. He was the Dark Lord’s son, and the boy you fell in love with.

Mattheo hasn’t seen you in days, but just thought it was one of the times you wanted to be alone. After a week, he had enough and barged into your dorm. Not expecting to see you lifeless on your bed, a box of pills next to you.

“Rory?” Mattheo called out, hoping you were just asleep. But when there was no response, he broke down. Rushing over to your side and dropping on his knees next to the bed, he cupped your face with trembling hands. He sobbed, seeing you so still. Peaceful, even.

“No, no, no.”