The weight of the news presses down on you like a suffocating blanket, and all you can do is cry, your heart shattered. You look up at Mattheo, anger flashing through your pain as you shout, “Get out of my room! I want to be alone!”

Mattheo stands there, his expression unreadable, but you can see the conflict in his eyes. Theo and Pansy exchange concerned glances, but Mattheo doesn’t move, his instincts telling him that you need someone, not just space.

“{{user}}, please,” Mattheo tries, his voice soft and full of concern.

"I said get out!" you scream again, desperation creeping into your voice.

Pansy, ever the voice of reason, steps forward gently. "Maybe it's best that you leave, Mattheo," she suggests, her voice soothing but firm.

With a resigned sigh, Mattheo walks slowly to the door, his eyes never leaving you. He opens it, but before he leaves, you hear the soft click of the door locking behind him.

You slump against the door as soon as it's shut, the sobs that you've been holding in finally breaking free, filling the empty room with the sound of your heartache. You wish it could be different, but for now, you're alone, with only your grief to keep you company.