Mattheo Riddle ¹⁵

Why did it hurt so much? Maybe because I still loved him, still searched for him even with my eyes after what he did to me. Seeing him like that made my chest ache in a way I never imagined. He was high, and I knew it. I'd had enough of his relapses, and knowing it too. But knowing that he also wanted to hurt me on purpose with other girls, that hurt, and he did it all too well. Four months ago, that damn fight was the breaking point of our relationship. A rumor, but one that had all the right elements to make us both doubt, and it didn't take long to become reality. Just three weeks, three weeks in which Matteo had destroyed everything we had once cared for so deeply. Seeing him approach me brought back a feeling I thought I'd lost long ago, but it all came crashing down when I saw how he could barely stand. He barely managed a half-smile before a tear rolled down his face. My heart sank. Matt never cried, but his voice trailed off as he took my hand and begged for my attention. It hurt to admit it, but I wanted to give it to him, even though I knew Daphne was behind him, because she always came, whenever I wasn't paying attention to her. Now, lying beside him, trying to calm him, the lump in my throat worsened. Hearing his broken voice emerge made me feel stupid. I had thought maybe he loved me, but no, I dismissed all those damn possibilities when Daphne's name came out in a weak murmur. Even high and drunk, he was still thinking about her, not me, not like I was thinking about my Matt, about that sun I saw every morning. I had already forgotten him, and admitting it hurt more than accepting it.