endgame // sebastian sallow

PT: twelve - part two

PT: TWELVE 2
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Third Person Perspective

Sebastian Sallow and Y/n Y/l/n stood there in that Undercroft confronting each other. One with lots of words to say and another with no words to say.

Sebastian took it in slowly, his lips parting and trying to maintain calm as if he wasn't feeling his throat close up at the news.

Y/n stared.

There was so much on Y/n's head, she couldn't distinguish the young man in front of her. She once saw him in the Daily Prophet, but Sebastian was beaten and distressed in that mugshot. Y/n didn't realize it right away.

"Y-You really don't know who I am?" Sebastian let out, preventing to stutter from the shock that aired in him.

Again, Y/n stared. She took this stare to scan the stranger.

He has very brown shiny hair, Y/n thought to herself. The white undershirt fitted well on his body while a beige waist vest tugged. The freckles. They were a lot, she thought.

He looked familiar to her. He looked like someone she knew.

Sebastian took the opportunity to take one step close to her distractive thoughts and take a breath.

"Did I really hurt you that bad?" Sebastian said, devastated, his hand raising to touch at least one strand of Y/n's hair.

He felt horrible. Confused. The emotions were indescribable on how rotten Sebastian Sallow felt with the fact that Y/n Y/l/n did not know him.

As expected, Y/n backed away from Sebastian quickly, scared of the touch and he breathed out from her fear.

"I-I apologize," Sebastian said, also scared he would scare her away, "I—," his eyes lowered down to the floor eyeing the familiar bracelet.

He saw Y/n drop it when he apparated. It would only make sense that his head would connect that it was an accident. Which made him feel ten times worst.

Sebastian bent near the Undecroft's floor and took hold of the jewelry, his fingers admiring it.

Y/n was still utterly confused. Her brain couldn't process him, yet. For now, it was just a stranger that seemed familiar.

"Is that yours?" Y/n let out.

There was no other way of processing the conversation. It felt awkward for Y/n. Why was this man in the Undercroft in the first place?

Sebastian wanted to laugh to himself at Y/n's questioning. Ouch.

"No," Sebastian said in a low tone, his fingers wiggling the charms, "I-It belonged to...a lover." He looked up.

There was this hope. Just this hope in Sebastian that for some reason Y/n would regain that memory back right away. Maybe, it was just a joke she was going for. That was Y/n's way of holding a grudge sometimes. Right?

Y/n didn't express emotion, she nodded, still frightened by the unknown presence in the secretive place and nodded.

"Oh." Y/n let out.

"Yeah, I thought it was gone, but...it still exists, apparently. Same place too." Sebastian furrowed his brows, wondering if Y/n left it there since the departure.