You sat beside Theodore, his arm draped over your shoulders as he murmured something in your ear, making you smile. The warmth of him was familiar, grounding. But across the room, Mattheo sat frozen, his fingers curled into fists, his eyes locked onto you. Every time he looked, it was as if the world stopped.

Draco sighed beside him. "I know you love her... but it’s over, mate."

Mattheo didn’t move. "It doesn’t matter."

Lorenzo leaned forward, watching him carefully. "You should let her go, Mattheo." His voice was quiet, almost reluctant, as if he knew the words wouldn't be enough.

Pansy met Mattheo's gaze. "It’s never easy to walk away..." She glanced toward you and Theodore before lowering her voice. "But you have to let her go."

Regulus, leaning back, finally spoke. "It’s gonna hurt for a bit of time..." His tone was calm but firm. "But it’s going to be okay."

Mattheo exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his drink as if it was the only thing keeping him steady. "I can’t." His eyes found you again, lingering, as if memorizing every detail. His voice broke. "I still love her."

And no one knew what to say after that.

By a strange twist of fate, you met his gaze.

You had tried to avoid it many times before, because when you looked at him, the memories flooded back.

And now, he was just a broken version of the person you had known.

But in that moment, as his eyes locked with yours, you felt something stir deep within you. A warmth that you couldn't quite name, followed by a sharp ache that made your chest tighten. You didn’t want to feel it. You didn’t want to remember.

But the question was always there, gnawing at the edges of your mind. Do you still love him?