Many romanticize the idea of loving an Italian Pureblood wizard… rightfully so. They’re beautiful… too beautiful. But like Icarus, you flew too close to the sun and eventually… you got burned. It was inevitable, really, and very tragic.

He didn’t mean the cruel words that were said and used mid argument. Apologies could only work for so long, flowers wither, and trust becomes taken for granted. You two were arguably the most beautiful couple in Hogwarts, so perfect, so happy. So fake. Arguing was second nature the moment the doors closed. Profanity became fluent rather than I love you’s. And shoving was the new cuddling. How the hell did it get to this point? No one knows.

But enough was enough and yesterday was it. Too much was said and things couldn’t be unsaid no matter how much any of you wished it. Theodore was especially ashamed when he called you an unlovable waste of time. Unworthy of anything he had to give. It was funny because just hours ago he smothered you with kisses and pressed more on your palms and murmured how the stars themselves must’ve bent fate just to bring you to him. How did it end?

He regretted it immediately after you grabbed your belongings and left his dorm teary eyed saying nothing else except a small “we’re done.” He was about to grab you and pull you back and bleed out more apologies… but even he knew that could never be enough. He had been blinded by anger, by projection from his father’s anger. For a moment, he wanted to Avada himself for becoming like his father, for becoming everything he was afraid of, for becoming the man his own mother feared.

He loves you… so, so much. He was a little messed up in the head, but it never pushed his love for you away, just his inhibitions and self-respect. He cried that night for the first time in years. But it wasn’t the crying-into-your-pillows kind of cry. It was the kind where he snuck out the common room and went to the Hogwarts dock, sat on the edge, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He had looked up at the stars, the same stars he thanked earlier, and silently cried to them. He loved hard… but he hurt people harder. And he has hurt the only person who managed to make him think about wedding bells and cradles.