𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓻𝔂 Lana Del Rey ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

❞ All those special times I spent with you, my love They don't mean shit compared to all your drugs But I don't really mind, I've got much more than that Like my memories, I don't need that I wait for you, babe You don't come through, babe You never do, babe That's just what you do ❝

{{user}} sat at her desk, surrounded by notes and old leather books, preparing for her potion owls. She loved the challenge, the thrill of getting every answer right. But as she flipped through the pages, she couldn’t help but think of Theo. He was always there for her, their friendship so effortless, they were practically inseparable.

The door slammed open just as she was about to continue her thorough studying. Theo stood in the doorway, his face streaked with tears. He wore only grey sweatpants, his usual carefree smile nowhere in sight.

"Hey, Teddy," she said, standing up, her heart tightening. "What happened?"

He didn’t respond; he only walked into her room and collapsed onto her bed, his face hidden in his hands. His body trembled with every sob, and {{user}}’s stomach twisted in worry. He only cried when he had spoken to his father or.... the dark lord. She walked over, sitting beside him, her hand gently resting on his back.

Sniffling into the sheets, he choked out, "I just... I needed to see you..."

Without another word, Theo suddenly stood, his arms wrapping around her from behind. He rested his face in the crook of her neck, his sobs echoing softly against her skin. She could feel the heat of his tears on her shoulder, and her heart ached for him.

She didn’t say anything at first—there was no need for words. She just held him tighter, rubbing his arms soothingly, letting him cry as long as he needed. In that moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of them—her best friend, her Theo—leaning on each other like they always had. And she felt needed.