You knew him as Mattheo. You two met at Hogwarts, and what you had was real—or at least you thought it was. He was intense, passionate, chaotic in that way only someone like him could be, but he made you feel like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. You were inseparable for a while… until we weren’t. One day, out of nowhere, he said he needed space. Said the world was too loud, too heavy, and he just needed to breathe on his own. you tried to understand. you tried to give him that space. Weeks turned into months, and you kept waiting and waiting. But instead of coming back, he disappeared completely. No letters. No word. Just gone. And then you heard the whispers. He’d left Hogwarts. Transferred to some strange school in America—King’s Dominion. Changed his name. No longer Mattheo Riddle. Now he went by Marcus. As if everything before that was a mistake he needed to burn down. It’s been a year and five months since you two last spoke. And now you’re there. Standing on the grounds of King’s Dominion, the place where he started over. Where he built a life without me. He’s sitting with a new group—Billy, Petra, Lex, Willie, Maria, and Saya. They’re laughing like they’ve known each other forever. Like he belongs there.