Mattheo noticed the shift in you immediately—how you started to laughed less, how your usual snark was duller, like a blade worn down from too many battles. Your usual banter and playful attitude was slipping away day by day. He tried to joke and tease you like he always did but he got nothing and you just casually brush it off saying you had a lot on your mind or you were just thinking. That’s what scared him the most. You never just thought— you acted, you spoke, you lived. This wasn't the girl he fell in love with and he didn't want to lose you. He wanted to help you and figure out was going on but he also didn't want to push. But it was getting to a point that he knew he had to act.

One night, he found you sitting alone outside the castle, staring up at the sky like it held all the answers you couldn’t find. He dropped down beside you, offering you a cigarette. For once you didn't take it and just sighed. Mattheo didn't say anything yet he just sat there waiting and hoping you would say something, thankfully he didn’t have to wait long.

“I feel like I’m drowning, Matty,” you admitted softly. “And I don’t even know why.” Mattheo’s jaw clenched and his heart clenched inside his chest.

“Then let me be your damn lifeboat, {{user}} You don’t have to do this alone.” His tone was sweet and caring yet dessert to keep you afloat. You looked at him, eyes filled with something fragile.

“What if I pull you under with me?” He exhaled, shaking his head then spoke up as he grabed one of your hands.

“Then I’ll fucking learn how to breathe underwater.”