Invisible String [t. s]

...What Are We?

"What? No." She walked into the bedroom, Theseus following her steps closely. Amélie found her trunk underneath the bed, placed it on the mattress and opened it before moving to the bathroom to start gathering her belongings to get out. "Please don't." She didn't listen. "Amélie." She shook her head when she had walked back into the room. "Amélie, please, we can figure this out."

"Can we? The solution is right before you and you know what it is, but you can't say it."

"But you know I do feel that for you." She sighed.

"Maybe." She said as she grabbed her stuff from the closet. "I can feel it, I can see it, I can touch it, but I can't hear it. I can hear some words but I can't do anything with your easy words. I'm sorry if it sounds mean but I cannot go on like this." She packed everything in the dark wooden case, always keeping her head low for him not to see her cry. She felt the need to explain herself. "I've spent quite sometime not feeling loved. No one would say it. That's why hearing those three words is so ridiculously important to me." He bit his lip. "That's why I insist."

  Theseus couldn't do anything. Trying to talk her out of this would be useless, she didn't want to hear it, plush she had made up her mind and Theseus knows that, once she's settled on an idea, no one and nothing can change her mind. She's like a willow tree, immovable against the wildest winds.

  Whatever phrase that came out of his lips wouldn't be the one she needed to hear in order to stay. He wondered if she hated him again, he knew that if she walked away he wouldn't stop loving her and could not force himself to hate her again. Given the circumstances, he couldn't ask her to stay, and he would get it if she walked away. That made the pain in his heart sharpen.

  She got dressed with casual black trousers, and her boots. She grabbed her wand from the nightstand, closed the trunk, grabbed it, and walked out of the room, Theseus was once again behind her.

  Amélie was by the door, her hand on her coat. She threw it on. Then, she looked at him and he finally saw her, cheeks and nose red. The line of tears on her face. He cried. He approached her and embraced her, ever so tightly as to avoid her from leaving. Élie closed her eyes and hugged him back. She didn't want to leave, but her mind told her that it would be best if she walked away.

"Please, don't leave." He whispered. "I need you." She contained a whimper, she needs him too, more than he could imagine. Élie shook her head and stepped away from him. She picked up Nauge and carefully placed him into her empty bag.

"And I need you to want me. I want you to love me and make sure I know it." He blinked and looked at a mole she has on her collarbone in order not to meet her gaze. "I don't wanna leave...but I've got to go." Her hand found the knob of the door. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his chest, right above his heart. His other hand cupped her face and brought her in for a kiss.

  Both cried, the kiss was salty. She broke the kiss moving away from him. She smiled at him, trying to hide her broken heart behind a kind smile as she washed his tears away with her thumb tenderly.

"Stay with me."

"You're making this harder, Thes. I can't stay, not like this." His hand found hers on his face. "I don't think I could force myself to hate you because I love you more." He smiled sadly. "I'm sorry. Don't look for me, please. Not unless you figure what you actually feel for me. And if you do look for me, keep it professional. My door is always open for you but..." He frowned and she sighed. "You know where to find me. And...I'll be waiting." He kissed her palm before her hand slipped through his fingers once more.

  Amélie's hand found the door knob, she twisted it and opened the door. The warm May wind felt cold somehow. A second later, she walked out, the wooden gate closing behind her. Once she faced the city, she allowed herself to feel in silence as she walked away from his home. She didn't have the energy to apparate, instead, she walked to the train station, bought a ticket and hopped on the train that would get her to her cold house.

  While Theseus stayed there, in the middle of the living room wondering why and how could he be so foolish as to not be able to speak what he felt. And he hated himself for that because, now, he had lost the one...once again. He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated beyond words. He felt like screaming because he couldn't understand why he couldn't share his feelings. He's always had trouble with emotions, and he has tried.

  He hoped that now it could be different, unfortunately, it wasn't. And so, he lost her, the one he was dancing with in New York. How the hell did they lose sight of themselves again? He cursed his own name. How could he let this happen? How could he allow himself to give her up? He didn't know.

  Scamander stayed there, standing hollow-eyed on the hallway waiting, hoping, that she would knock on his door. Even if he knew she wouldn't. And he thought his body would wake up from its numbness and chase after her, but he knew he shouldn't.

  It was all an endless amount of questions and situations that ended up in the same 'I would've, I could've, and I should've' but none of it felt possible. Instead, he headed back to his room, laid down in bed and didn't move for the rest of the day.

  It's incredibly interesting and awful the way things end. They knew it could happen, they could see this ending as a possible outcome. Illicit affairs don't last, it's a thing that dies a million little times, they show their truth one single time but at the end...it is a lie.

  Theseus placed a pillow over his head and screamed. Amélie's scent calming him as his tears rolled down his cheekbones. Amélie couldn't scream, although she wished she could.

  He wanted to scream to the wind how much of a godforsaken mess she had made him, and she wanted to yell at the seven seas how he had turned her into a hopeless and idiotic fool.

  Both had made each other see colours they couldn't and cannot see with anyone else, they knew that they could and would ruin themselves for the other, and at the end...they had.