They watched you from a distance, their usual confidence replaced by something heavier—sorrow, frustration, and a fear none of them wanted to voice.

Mattheo’s voice broke the silence first, raw with pain. “{{user}} didn’t even recognize me this morning. I called her name, and she just… walked past like I was a stranger.”

Draco clenched his fists, pacing restlessly. “There has to be a way to stop this. We can’t just stand here and watch her forget us!”

Theo barely spoke, his voice trembling. “I tried to remind her about the time we stayed up all night talking under the stars. She just looked at me… like it never happened.”

Regulus, always the composed one, was quiet for a moment before he finally spoke. “The curse is working faster than we thought. We’re running out of time.”

Against the wall, Blaise let out a slow breath, his usual composure cracking. “She was the one who held us all together. And now, she’s slipping away, and we can’t even do anything to stop it.”

Lorenzo’s voice was desperate. “What if we just keep telling her stories? Maybe—maybe something will stick, and she’ll remember!”

But Tom stepped forward, his tone cold, commanding. “No. The curse won’t let her remember. It’s designed to strip her of everything—her memories, her connections, her emotions. And if we don’t break it soon, she’ll forget herself, too.”

Silence.

Theo’s voice barely broke the quiet. “What happens if she forgets all of us? What happens to us then?”

Mattheo gritted his teeth, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t care what it takes. I don’t care what I have to do. I’m not losing her like this.”

Draco nodded, his usual arrogance replaced by something fiercer. “None of us are. We’ll find a way. Even if it kills us.”

Their gazes lingered on you once more, watching as you sat there, lost in a world none of them could reach. The sight was gut-wrenching.

But they weren’t going to let you go.