Matthew lowers himself beside you, the bed dipping under his weight, his cold fingers brushing strands of your hair away. He pulls you into his arms, the silence of his unmoving heart pressing against your ear, a haunting yet comforting reminder of what he is.

"Now, please, tell me what’s the matter?" His voice, low and soothing, vibrates against your skin as his thumb traces patterns on your arm.

You hesitate, then confess, “He left me… He said I was ‘mentally unbalanced.’ That there was something seriously wrong with me. He dumped me.”

Matthew growls quietly, his grip tightening. “Against my better judgement, might I ask why the cretin did this to you?”

You bury your face in his chest. “I burnt his record collection… by accident. I was just near them, and my fingers sparked. I don’t know if he saw my witchfire or thought I had matches.”

His hand presses against your back. “Shall I hunt him down for you? I haven’t had a good chase in a while.”

You blink up at him. “Matthew!”

“Humans don’t understand us,” he sighs. “You need someone who loves you for who you truly are.”

“I’ll never find that person,” you whisper. “What’s the point anymore?”