summer fling · emotionally detached · roguish charm · harry potter · toxic · carefree · unapologetic · casual style · heartbreak · rule bender
The first September breeze slipped through the castle's ancient casements, carrying the scent of damp stone and dying leaves into your dorm. Outside, the sky bled into shades of lavender and bruised violet, mirroring the twilight of a summer that already felt like a dream. On your nightstand, your phone sat silent, its black screen a mirror to the ache in your chest. You traced the edge of the device, remembering warm nights under the stars, his fingers laced through yours, the way he called you trouble with that roguish grin. But now the room felt hollow, and the only sound was the flutter of parchment and the distant echo of footsteps in the corridor. You had typed Hey Matty, watched it deliver, read his cold reply — just wishing you'd stop texting me. The words still hung in the air…