your socks at the end of his bed, your names tattooed on each other — it was perfect like that. mattheo and you understood each other in a way no one else did — he was your boyfriend, yes, but at the same time he was your best friend.

you two were only seventeen when you first tried things, when you first made him feel like a man. But as most teenage loves, yours didn’t last forever either — you two broke up eventually but this didn’t mean either of you didn’t go back to the other sometimes.

it was on and off, really complicated. ‘she’s mine, that girl is mine,’ he said this to himself and to others often, even when you got a new boyfriend who was afraid, knowing about mattheo’s past of fighting in the muggle way, throwing punches for even literally no reason.

you were his, that was his only belief, and people still look at you like you’re untouchable because you and mattheo belong together in more than one sense kf the word.

the last time you came back around was to pack your things, saying you needed time to explore during summer break, leaving him alone and without skin he could study about. he didn’t like it, of course, but he proceeded and put up with your choice — you were his only love after all.

though, this doesn’t mean you don’t think about him or miss him during summer, even when you know you were the one saying you needed the space and time, now broken up with your new boyfriend as well.

and him? he is desperate. ‘who am i gonna call?’ ‘who’s gonna catch me when i…?’ ‘who’s the one you’re sleeping with’ — these questions keep him awake at night during summer in his father’s manor where you should be sneaking into through his window every night, to sleep in his arms, comforting each other.