The corridors of the castle felt like a maze as you walked through them. Your mind buzzed, caught between the words Sirius had said to you earlier...

“He is not good for you.” You couldn’t shake them, couldn’t escape them.

Was he right? The question circled endlessly in your mind, gnawing at you.

Mattheo.

You thought of him, his smirk, his eyes, the way he had always made you feel alive. Every touch, every whisper, every stolen moment between the two of you had been laced with something electric, something undeniable. But now, with Sirius’s words hanging over you like a dark cloud, you began to question everything.

Was Mattheo really bad for you, or had your family just never understood him? Had they never seen what you saw in him, the parts of him that no one else did?

You leaned against the wall, letting the weight of everything settle onto your shoulders. What if Sirius was right? You hated the thought. But Mattheo had never been perfect. He had his own demons, his own darkness that sometimes seemed to spill over, leaving you with a sense of unease. You couldn’t ignore it forever.

But then again, who was Mattheo really? Was he the boy everyone warned you about, or the one who had held you when you cried, who had been your partner in every stolen moment of happiness?

The question seemed impossible to answer. Only the tangled web of emotions, the push and pull of desire and doubt, and the weight of expectations from those who loved you.

With a sigh, you pushed off from the wall and started walking again, your footsteps echoing down the empty hallway. You didn’t have the answers, and maybe you never would. But one thing was certain: you couldn’t stop thinking about Mattheo, even if you tried.

And that thought, more than anything, made you realize how deeply you loved him.