Mattheo Riddle ¹²

It was all supposed to be over months ago, that we were supposed to go our separate ways, but now I'm here again, telling myself the same thing I've said the last five times... "He'll recover soon," even though it's always the same story. Three months ago, everything with Matt was stable, a couple that really seemed good together, love, gifts, constant affection, but there's always a snag. A week before our anniversary, Daphne started getting closer to us, and with her came the first rift in our relationship. She first approached Theo, his best friend, an important friend to me. Her attitude toward Matt was noticeable, something that bothered me but also hurt when I saw how Matt reacted, the way he acted around Daphne, even sometimes treating me disrespectfully to make her laugh. The whole group noticed. I kept quiet because I wanted him, I needed him, I loved him, and that made it hurt even more... Maybe my mistake was staying silent, because walking through the hallways now felt like torture, seeing Daphne and Matteo together like they'd been together forever. His hand on her waist, her hugging him—everything hurt, everything was too familiar. Matt wouldn't even look at me, not a single word, and damn it... I wished he cared, that he'd at least notice me after spending sleepless nights calming him down, holding him, all so that the next day he'd be the perfect boyfriend to her. It hurt, and the worst part was that I wasn't blind; I saw everything. It was like killing myself in silence... But it always ended badly, and the same thing happened: Matt had been drinking, and that had led him to a lot of lines. Daphne honestly always ignored him in that state, and he begged, pleaded for understanding. When he didn't find it, he always came to me, and it was the same thing, over and over again. Now in his room, he clung tightly to me as I sat on his bed. He cried, begged for forgiveness, said he was going to change, but it was never true; it was always the same cycle...