The dim glow of the setting sun filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm yet somber light across your bedroom. The day had weighed heavily on you—every moment, every thought seemed to press down like an unseen force. You sat curled up on the edge of your bed, the silence of the room echoing in the corners. Tears you hadn’t even realized you were shedding traced slow paths down your cheeks.

The sound of the door creaking open pulled you from the haze of your thoughts. You looked up, startled, and saw them—all of them—standing there, their faces filled with an unspoken understanding. They came in, one by one, their presence filling the emptiness of the room.

Mattheo was the first to step forward. His voice was soft but firm, his words like a gentle anchor to your drifting mind. "We are here to remind you…" he began, his hand brushing against yours. "You are enough, princess."

Theodore was next, his movements slow and deliberate. He knelt beside Mattheo, his voice carrying the weight of someone who meant every word. "You are enough, tesoro," he said, his Italian accent wrapping around the word like a tender embrace.

Tom stood tall, his sharp features softened by the earnestness in his eyes. "You are enough, doll," he said simply.

Lorenzo followed, his smile soft and reassuring as he took a seat on the bed beside you. "You are enough, darling," he murmured.

Draco moved to your other side. "You are enough, love," he whispered, as if the words were a secret meant only for you.

Finally, Regulus came forward, his dark hair falling perfectly into place as he stood before you. Taking your hand in his, he brought it to his lips. "You are enough, mon amour," he said, his words laced with a sweetness that made your heart ache.

The weight of their presence, their words, settled around you like a protective shield. And for the first time that day, the heaviness in your chest began to lift.