"WHY ARE YOU BRINGING MY MOTHER INTO THIS?!" you shout, your voice cracking with raw emotion. Your mother had her faults—she was far from perfect—but you had loved her deeply, flaws and all.

"SHUT UP AND GET OUT!" he yells back, his voice booming, reverberating off the walls. The sheer force of it shakes you, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a response. You storm out, your chest tight with anger and hurt, not caring where your feet take you.

Eventually, you collapse onto one of the common room couches, exhaustion winning over everything else. Only then do you notice you’re not alone—Mattheo and Theo are there, seated in the corner. Their quiet conversation dies as they glance your way. You don’t care. The weight of the day drags you under, and you fall asleep almost instantly.

Sometime later, muffled voices pull you from the edges of your slumber. "What did you do to them?" Theo's voice is sharp, accusatory.

"Don’t ask," Enzo mutters dismissively.

You barely stir as strong arms slide beneath you, lifting you effortlessly. You’re too far gone, too heavy with exhaustion to care where you’re being taken. When you finally settle again, soft and warm, it’s in his dorm, his arms securely wrapped around you. And for once, you let yourself rest.