After 7 years, you drove an hour just to see him. As a way to get away from your second life, the different you.

Mattheo Riddle was the hotheaded rugby player of Hogwarts. The boy everyone feared, or wanted. With black curls, the sexiest grin and his pure heart, you couldn’t help but fall in love. Until your parents forced you to move, and he never wrote. Years later, you were engaged to a wealthy man, Asher.

Mattheo did it. He built you the house you dreamt of, every single detail. After a couple drinks, and a tour of the house, Mattheo took you on a walk, when it started raining. You just couldn’t help yourself.

“Why? Why didn’t you write me? It wasn’t over for me.” You shouted, the rain dripping down your face.

Mattheo froze, and turned to look at you.

“I wrote you 365 letters, every day, for a year.”