The Great Hall hums with quiet conversation, but you barely hear it. Your focus is on Astoria, her expression hesitant as she tugs at the hem of her sleeve.

"Have you heard anything from Draco about Theo?" you ask, your voice softer than you’d like. You hate that you’re even asking. You hate that you still care. But the question has been eating away at you for weeks, and if anyone would know, it’s Astoria.

She hesitates, chewing on her lip before sighing. "I don’t know if I should tell you this…"

Your stomach twists. "Just say it, Astoria."

She gives you a look of sympathy. "I heard Theo moved on."

It’s a simple sentence, but it feels like a punch to the gut. Your breath catches, and for a moment, you’re frozen. Moved on. Like you never existed. Like none of it mattered.

You force a nod, plastering on a weak smile. "That’s… that’s good. He deserves to be happy."

Astoria frowns, clearly unconvinced, but she doesn’t push. Instead, she watches as you stand, straightening your robes with an air of indifference that you don’t feel. You turn and walk away, leaving the conversation behind, trying to ignore the way your chest tightens with every step.

Across the hall, near the entrance, Theo watches.

Draco, standing beside him, glances between you and Theo, noticing the way Theo’s jaw tenses, the way his fingers twitch at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to reach for you.

"You still think about {{user}}, don’t you?" Draco asks.

Theo doesn’t answer at first. He just watches as you disappear from sight, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes say everything.

Finally, he exhales..

"Every day,” he whispers.