The wounds were still fresh. Even if you didn’t have obvious scars on your body, your heart was covered in them, burning from pain. You couldn’t get the image of Mattheo’s face out of your mind. It was like he was ingrained in your memory.

You guys had broken up a few weeks ago and it was bad… The screaming match, the insults, false words spoken to each other. That was just putting salt in an already painful wound. You tried to stay and you tried to help, but Mattheo made it so damn hard… and you just couldn’t be bothered to try anymore.

You were seated in the windowsill of your dorm room, staring out at the courtyard. Everyone seemed so happy while you felt empty… There was a knock at your door and you assumed it was Pansy, coming by to return the books you leant her. “Come in.” You responded, not tearing your eyes away from the view.

Heavy footsteps entered your room, footsteps you’d recognise anywhere. Your head snapped in the direction of the sound, Mattheo stood at the base of your bed. His skin looked pale and he looked tired, so damn tired….