You were at your brother’s, Theodore Nott, tapping out ceremony. He was drafted for 4 years, and you haven’t seen him since.

As soon as you spotted Theodore standing in the group full of men, you sprinted into his arms.

“Jesus, I missed you too.” Theodore chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.

“You okay? I heard about what happened.” Theodore pulled back to look at you. You got into an accident a year ago, but the doctors said you were okay, except the slight memory loss.

“I’m okay.” You smiled. Your family busied Theodore with questions, and your eyes drifted to a man, standing perfectly still.

“You should go tap him out,” Theodore spoke suddenly. His tone was soft, quite sad. You didn’t know why.

You made your way over, his expression filled with pain, but showed no emotions. Gently placing your hand on his shoulder, the man shuddered at your touch.

“Can I have a hug?” The man said quietly, avoiding eye contact.

You nodded, and he had you wrapped up in his arms within seconds, heaving into your arms.

“I’m so sorry.” The man whispered in your ear, his voice broken.

Mattheo Riddle, your brother’s best friend, and fiancé of 3 years, that you had no idea about. Everything about him vanished after the accident.