The night air is heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth as you walk toward the gr4veyard once more. The battle is over, but the w0unds it left—physical and otherwise—still ache. The shattered remains of what once was linger in your mind, refusing to fade.

Theodore walks beside you in silence, his hands buried in his pockets, his brows furrowed. His steps slow as the gr4vestones come into view, and then, finally, he speaks.

"Are you sure you want to do this, {{user}}?" His voice is tight, his usual composure cracking under the weight of what’s about to happen.

You exhale, the breath shaky, unsteady. Your fingers brush against the rough stone as you kneel by the gr4ve. You don’t look at Theodore when you answer. “It is the only way I can get over this…”

A long pause stretches between you. You can hear his breath hitch, the hesitation in the way he shifts his stance. But then—

"Fine." His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with reluctant acceptance. He doesn’t agree, but he respects your choice.

You close your eyes and rest against the cold gr4vestone. The wind hums through the trees.

Behind you, Theodore raises his wand. His grip is firm, but you can feel the tremor in his resolve. His voice is strained when he finally speaks the word that will change everything.

"0bl!viate."

The spell hits like a wave crashing against the shore, pulling pieces of you away. The memories unravel—slowly at first, then all at once.

Mattheo.

His laughter. The way his hand fit perfectly in yours. The warmth of his embrace, the way he whispered your name like it was sacred. The way he swore he'd always protect you.

You try to hold onto something—anything—but it slips away like sand between your fingers. His voice, his touch, his love—gone.

The last memory drifts from your mind, dissolving into the void like smoke in the wind.

Your lips part, and with the last fragments of him slipping from your soul, you whisper—

"Goodbye, Mattheo."

And then, there is nothing.