As you walk through the dimly lit corridors of the Slytherin common room, the weight of your thoughts presses heavily on your mind. Earlier, you and Mattheo had decided to take a walk to clear your head, the cool night air offering a brief respite from the turmoil within you. Lately, you've been mentally struggling with some things, and Mattheo is the only one who knows. That night, you had reached your breaking point, and if it wasn't for Mattheo, things would've ended very badly.

As you walk back into the common room, Mattheo gently grabs your hand, halting your steps. "I'm going to see you tomorrow, right? You're not going to go to your room and..." His voice trails off as he searches your eyes, concern etched into his features. You try to avoid his gaze, but he softly lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"No, not tonight," you reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mattheo's heart breaks a little at your admission, "But you want to?" His question hangs in the air.

Draco, Enzo, and Theo are just around the corner, silently listening to the whole conversation, their expressions a mix of shock and concern.

"Yeah, I do," you admit, deciding that honesty is best. "But if it makes you feel any better, I just can't bring myself to do it."

Mattheo lets out a shaky breath, relief mingling with his worry. "And, why's that?"

You look at him, tears threatening to spill over. "Because I know it would hurt you, too."

Enzo shakes his head in disbelief, as Theo speaks up, his voice barely a whisper. "How did we miss this?"

Draco looks over at you and Mattheo, worry etched on his face. "They didn't want us to know," he replies sadly.