After the war, you find Theo on the ground, sitting next to a pile of rubble. His usually sharp and vibrant eyes are now dull and lifeless. You rush to his side, heart sinking as you take in his condition.

"Theo, we did it," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "We won... we won the war."

Tears fill your eyes as you kneel beside him, reaching out to touch his cheek. His skin is cold, and he looks so fragile.

"It's okay, Bella," Theo whispers, a faint smile on his lips. "I'll be with my mother now."

"No, Theo, please," you plead, your voice breaking. "Stay with me, just a little while longer."

You gather him in your arms, holding him close to your heart. You gently stroke his hair, feeling the tears stream down your face. "Draco! Mattheo!" you yell, your voice echoing through the devastated landscape.

"Stay with me, Theo," you whisper, pressing your forehead against his. "Please, don't leave me."

His breathing becomes shallow, and you can feel him slipping away. "I love you, Bella," he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

"I love you too," you say, choking on your sobs. "Please, stay with me."

You can feel it. Theo's grip on life is slipping, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. You hold him tighter, your heart breaking with every passing second.

"Thank you," Theo whispers, his voice so soft you can barely hear it. "For everything."