mattheo was sick and tired of waiting around for {{user}}. it was unlike her to be so late, they were the epitome of punctual almost all of the time

so whenever mattheo arrived at her dormitory’s threshold, he knocked and waited for a response. silence. confused, he knocked again. still no reply..

the door was unlocked..

creaking the oak panelled door, he could just about see the ensuite’s aperture ajar.

voice soft, he spoke, words echoing

“{{user}}? it’s me.”