Fur coat, medium-sized radiant emerald earrings hanging from your ear with a green scarf and a snake brooch in the middle of your shirt collar with long black robes, walking at night, with an empty heart burning with the flames of burning and treachery, it’s as if the universe itself conspired to tear at the seams of your soul, unraveling the delicate threads of devotion you wove so carefully.

It’s like walking in a garden where every flower was once vibrant and now wilts, petals falling one by one, like memories you can never get back, reach for them, hoping to restore the beauty, but your hands come away empty, fragrance that once intoxicated you now burns your throat, choking you with the weight of unspoken lies.

You kind of suspected that Barty was cheating, not until you caught him, your biggest fear was that he was just chasing you for use⎯for a year and a half stalking, begging, flirting, throwing stickers, sending you looks and comments, until you ended up catching him kissing someone else, kissing a boy while he was on top of him.

In that moment of betrayal, the world splits open—what was once warm and safe turns jagged, sharp, unkind, person you loved, the one who held your heart so tenderly, becomes a stranger wearing the face of someone you once knew, betrayal doesn't just cut through your chest, it seeps into your bones, leaving you hollow, echoing with the ache of⎯why.

You didn't know, you were drowning in eternal pain for damned weeks, you didn't notice him standing at a distance watching you, weeks passed since the breakup, even though you were with the same circle of friends.

You distanced yourself from everyone from Slytherin even though you're one of them, because no one stood by you or even spoke and said that Barty was wrong towards you, one position and the masks fell and you abandoned everyone without blinking.

“I didn’t expect to find you here.” Barty scratches your deep wound hearing his voice behind you in the distance, while sitting near the black lake, you can feel how bitter it.