𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 [ 𝐭.𝐫 ]

15: HIS, ALWAYS

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tw : mention of s*icide ( you can always dm me and talk to me if youre going thru smt <3 remember that youre loved very much <3)

Angelina was never one to pay a certain thought much time, she usually had her decision ready. She always knew what to do. She was quite spontaneous if she thought about. She always had an eloquent or witty response prepared. People never confused her, she understood their point of view and quite frankly respected their opinion whether she liked it or not.

She was polite yet nobody messed with her.

Maybe because everyone feared her because of her legacy or maybe a specific boy with great dreams terrified them slightly.

The Arlo family was a pure-blooded family descended directly from Merlin's daughter. They were considered as royalty, thanks to the wealth they had inherited. Special magic ran through their veins. The Arlo family was a family of great duelers. Powerful magic. It was a sure fact that not many could defeat an Arlo in a duel. Professor Dumbledore once told Angelina that he could feel power radiating off her during a meeting together. The two were rather close, they shared an uncle-niece relationship unlike Tom's liking. He never liked Dumbledore despite Angelina's efforts.

Valencia; Angelina couldn't find much on her mother's side except that she belonged from an extinct pureblooded family. But Angelina doubted it a lot, maybe her mother did not like her father very much and took her mother's last name instead. Who knew? She only had a short period of time with her pathetic excuse of parents.

As Angelina walked down the street to the hotel she was staying at with Tom, she couldn't help but think how she would confront him after all that had happened this trip. She knew too much, all she ever wanted was to look up at Tom and see the perfect boy who rescued her fragile soul and gave her a better chance at life.

But, he was a monster. A cruel monster.

But again, he was never cruel to her.

He's a monster nonetheless, Angelina reminded her subconscious.

Why was this obstinate voice in her head tormenting her? What had she done to it?

Why couldn't her consciousness let Tom's act go unnoticed this time? She had done it before multiple times, why was it different this time?

Maybe because if she let him away this time, he'd lose himself. Angelina did not want that. As much as Tom was capable of everything, Angelina wanted to cradle him in her arms and tell him that everything does not have to be like this. But who was she kidding? He was the master of his own mind, even though she could influence him slightly, she couldn't just make him quit the things he had fantasized about since he was a child.

Now, she stood in front of their hotel's room. On the other side of the door was someone dear to her, but he was a cruel monster. Her hand reached out to open the door, she paused, and she took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Tom, I'm back!" she called out as she stepped into the room.

She looked around but couldn't see him anywhere. She looked at the balcony and saw him standing there, his back facing her. She made her way to the balcony's door and pushed it open.

"Tom," her voice was a mere whisper.

He turned his head to give her a glance, his hair was wet and his eyes were dark. A cigarette hung from his lips as he took a drag from it.

"Where were you?"

His voice crawled to her ears. He talked softly and he sounded exhausted. His face didn't even turn to her. His gaze was set on the building in front of them.