"ℊℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒷ℯ𝓉𝓌ℯℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ 𝓌𝓇ℴ𝓉ℯ 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓈ℯ𝓃𝓉"

- gracie abrams, under / over

𝑙 𝑒 𝑡 𝑡 𝑒 𝑟 𝑠 | 10

𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔
𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

Moon girl,

xoxo, mattheo

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𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔
𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

hey, teo.
i don't know anything about you, but that flashback i got about you and i.. they're getting worse. something, or someone, i'm around has been triggering it. i don't know who decided to take my memories away from me and possibly you, but i'm going to get them back, i promise.

in every memory i've received now, you're always there. i had someone to talk to. i could talk.
i miss having someone to talk to.
where are you now? and who are you?

with love, faye

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𝑡 𝑜 𝑤 𝑒 𝑟 | 11

𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔
𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

It's been a little while since school started, and I haven't been alone in the astronomy tower since the beginning of the year.
From the start of the year, Faye Anderson has occupied my normal spot, staring at the sky, the moon, and the stars. 
Sometimes, when she cries, I have to control myself to keep my heart from feeling, where it would normally be effortless from years of practice.
I have to practice, because when Mattheo Riddle feels, it only leads to disaster.
What the fuck is wrong with me when it comes to her?

Sometimes, it looks as if she's aware she's not alone, but she doesn't seem scared. Maybe she has no energy to even care. It could be possible. She seems exhausted.

I think it's time I show her who's been silently sitting beside her.

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𝟏𝟐:𝟒𝟑 𝐚𝐦
𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

MATTHEO SNUCK QUIETLY behind the arch of the astronomy tower, taking care to not make a sound. unlike other nights, where he hadn't minded the soft footfalls of his feet, tonight it mattered. 

pulling out his wand, he waved it once, causing it to emit a soft series of crackles. immediately, faye paused and raised her head from its position bent over her journal. observant girl, mattheo thought, smirking for no one to see.

faye had abandoned her journal and risen silently, her footsteps a whisper against the smooth floor. she waved her hand, and immediately a glowing shimmer of light appeared atop her palm.

tucked within the shadows of his arch, mattheo idly wondered who had taught her how to efficiently use wandless magic.

i can as well, but it took a lot of effort to train young and i still prefer to use my wand. however, faye seems perfectly at ease using her hands, because haven't seen her wand all these nights.

i wonder so much about her. it's curious. i've never cared so much about a person before.

even as his mind wandered, his eyes were tracking the blonde silhouette as she walked around the tower. he was provided the opportunity to study her once again, and he took it, noting how the pale moonlight against her slim body seemed to surround her in an ethereal shimmer of sorts. he had never seen someone so pretty against the light of the moon.

her footsteps grew closer, and mattheo knew that she was about to discover him. he illuminated his wand, and faye's careful eyes caught the light within a second. her eyes seemed to gleam in carefully controlled anger, and she did something that genuinely caught him off guard for a second.

even in the dark, mattheo managed to catch the soft shimmer of moonlight against metal. even as he stared in surprise, a cold realization dawned, making him realize that even now, he might've underestimated her. she has a knife.

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𝟎𝟏:𝟎𝟏 𝐚𝐦
𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

he was the one who warned me to stay away from him. what rights does he think he has, to stand here watching me as if that's not something a fucking stalker would do?
how many nights has he been there?

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FAYE MIGHT'VE CAUGHT something akin to surprise in his dark eyes, but her anger and humiliation overrode her other emotions.

the blonde didn't let her hand shake as she held her knife up. astoria had offered to lend her one, something most people would balk at, but faye had always carried one with her anyways. something about its cool metal feel against her skin felt right, whether its aim was at her or something else. 

"listen," riddle began, his voice barely a whisper. "i didn't come here to harm you."

suddenly, faye felt a shadow slip into her mind, easily breaking past her barriers and finding the core of her voice, the place where she could talk, but no one could hear.

your shields are strong, moon girl. i'm impressed.

if they're so strong, how did you break past them as if they were thin sheets of paper?

you may be powerful, moon girl, but i've been trained in much harsher situations than you have.

you don't know what i've been through.

and you don't know what i've been through.

something in mattheo's eyes told faye that he was telling the truth. for once, he'd let somebody see that in his eyes were the masks he slid over to hide the pain of what he'd faced growing up as voldemort's son. 

and then she slammed her shields up, sliding the knife to his throat.

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WHY HAVE YOU been watching me?

faye's voice was faint, but it still penetrated layers of his barriers, while he now couldn't access any part of her mind. he shifted the weight of his feet, and the cold metal of the knife scraped across his neck. slowly, his hand found her wrist, and he caught it gently in his fingers.

the knife fell to the ground with a clatter, eliciting a small smirk from the corners of his mouth.

"i wasn't watching you, per say," mattheo murmured, his lips brushing her ear as he raised their clasped hands. "you know, it was someone else's spot before it was yours."

it was your spot, then?

faye sounded dubious, even in his mind, and honestly, he couldn't blame her. after all, normal people, even heartless ones, didn't come to the astronomy tower late at night. 

but she wasn't normal, and neither was he.

it was my spot, moon girl, he told her, stepping closer. they stayed like that in silence for a few minutes, until faye suddenly pulled away.

already, he missed the warmth of her hands in his.

i'm sorry, she breathed out, turning away from the boy and his wounded heart. i don't know what this was. i'll leave you alone now.

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THE NEXT NIGHT, there was no blonde girl sitting under the stars.

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ami !!

slow burn is hard to write