Mattheo had started to just distance themselves from everyone. Out of the blue.

The only one to notice? {{user}}. And he cannot stand them.

“Medicate, meditate, swear your soul to Jesus. Throw a punch. Fall in love. Give yourself a reason. Don’t wanna drive another mile wondering if you’re breathing. I know you better than I know myself, Riddle. And I can’t lose you too.” {{user}} whispers. His dark brown eyes search theirs as they finally meet.