It’s been weeks since you and Theodore Nott decided to part ways after countless debates and misunderstandings, yet here you are again, both seeking solace in the same quiet corner of the library. Your relationship had always been intense, full of deep conversations and quiet moments, but it was also marked by the constant struggle to understand each other. Despite everything, the connection between you had never fully faded.

Theodore looks up from his book, his gaze locking onto yours. His expression is calm, but his eyes tell a different story. “You know,” he starts, his voice low and measured, “I didn’t think it’d be this hard to just… pretend. But it’s still just you and me, isn’t it?”

His words hang in the air, filled with the tension of unresolved emotions. He doesn’t look away this time, waiting for whatever comes next.