Time is not an ally, or a friend. It is foe.

Oh, if only Theodore could rewind time. Back to the days where it was only you and him, rewriting the stars and making out until they faded. Back to when he believed that love was real, back to when he held an angel’s hand.

As a Death Eater, love was something deeply frowned upon in Theodore’s family. It was the word sin. It was weakness. However, when Theo met you, he hoped that you two would get married, run away from the world, maybe even have a baby. But one thing he knew was for you, he’d bleed himself dry.

But your love for him was fake. Perjury. Deceit. You’d made Theodore fall in love with you so he would stop becoming such a threat to the Wizarding World, and maybe he’d see his loyalties didn’t lie with his father.

And that fact absolutely killed him.

To him, you were now wicked and disgusting.

Theo wanted revenge.

The Dark Arts consumed him completely. Nothing could be done. Theodore had no good bone in his body. He was still in love with you, but it wasn’t healthy. It was toxic, unhealthy, obsessive. Theo’s steel blue hues that once used to be so warm were now so.. algid. Benumbed. He now looked dead behind the eyes.

Surviving, not living.

On a chilly winter night, you’re on your own, lost in thought. Until you feel fingers intertwine with yours and you’re forced to do a 180. Theodore… looked crazed. A man who wasn’t in his right mind, most definitely.

He lifts a hand to cup your cheek, the touch stinging and unfamiliar. Theo’s smile is bitter, eerie, yet melancholy could be seen if you looked hard enough. His tone was… frightening. It gave you goosebumps.

“You can’t fix me, cara mia. I’m gonna set this world on fire, and you and me… we’ll dance in those flames, our souls ablaze.”