𝐵𝑒̂𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑟𝑒 ; ᴛᴏᴍ ᴍᴀʀᴠᴏʟᴏ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ (rewriting)

17

The rose shaped paper perched on Lilith's open window which let in cold air that left a frosty taste on Lilith's lips.

Dinner had concluded hours ago which meant that most students were asleep.

The clock ticked loudly. Growing louder and louder with every minute.

11:45

11:46

Lilith was only in her black satin sleeping gown and robes which she had been given to by a French tailor. The delicate detailing which was made solely for her.

It was extravagant just for sleeping but beautiful.

She turned to look out the window again.

The past events swarmed her dull mind.

It got worse and worse with every second.

Wanting to get away, Lilith got up from her bed and shivered as her feet hit the cold wood floor. She glanced at the rose paper and felt wave of calm energy wash over her.

Lilith creaked her dorm door open and tip toed out of the dormitories.

The last time she snuck out to see Tom, she ended up murdering someone in the girls bathroom.

But why did she still go?

Why does she still feel attached to Tom?

Why does she release a breath she's been holding every time she looks at the rose shaped paper Tom gave her?

All these thoughts about Tom ringed in her ears and before she knew it, she was right in front of the staircase leading up to the Astronomy Tower.

Going up a step, one by one. The echoes of her steps were quiet but noticeable.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Lilith could see a tall figure along the railing who she knew was Tom.

His face was cold and pale yet his cheeks were a bit rosy. His lips looked a bit swollen from the icy air. His wavy hair was still styled like usual yet it looked more fluffy as strands of it were messy from the wind. His jawline was still clenched even though there was a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips and balancing between his long fingers. He wore a long trench coat, black turtleneck, and black trousers which all fit him perfectly.

But Lilith noticed something else.

On his ring finger was a snake ring with a red ruby in the middle of it, glimmering right at Lilith.

Tom sensed her looming presence and turned his head to look at her, exhaling smoke from his cold lips.

"Never would have thought that Tom Riddle is a smoker." Lilith said loud enough for Tom to hear. She walked towards him and stood right beside him.

"There are many things that you don't know of, Lilith." Tom said, placing the cigarette back in between his lips.

"I know more than you think." Lilith said, looking up at his amazing features.

Tom turned his body to face her completely.

"Is that so?"

Tom made his eyes darker somehow. Like something dark clouded over his eyes.

Lilith didn't want to say anything else because that would lead to her breaking her cover.

"That ring. It's extraordinary." Lilith quickly changed the subject and acted like she didn't hear his past comment.

"Quite. It's made to only fit the true owner and soulmate." Tom said, adjusting the ring like it was nothing.

"Meaning?" Lilith asked.

"I am this ring's true owner. It's loyal to me. But, since it was primarily made as an engagement ring, it can fit the owners soulmate as well. Here. Try it." Tom took off the ring and handed it to Lilith who hesitated.

Tom took her left hand and tried to slip the ring on her ring finger but it simply rejected it.

Lilith felt the empty pit in her stomach expand.

"See? And this wouldn't fit on anyone else simply because I don't have a soulmate." Tom said putting the ring back on.

Lilith raised suspicions of Tom.

"Tom?" Lilith gained his attention.

Tom looked at her, his eyes piercing through hers.

"Why do you think that?" Lilith asked, with no delays getting to the point.

"I was conceived under a love potion. I can't love or process serious emotions of affection. It's against my blood." Tom said. He didn't say anything else. He shook off his emotions.

Lilith wanted to dig deeper inside his mind. She needed to open up to him.

"I don't think I have a soulmate either. I think that true love and soulmates are just load of rubbish used in fairy tales." Lilith said, paying attention intently to the way his lips curved into a devious smirk.

"You're trying to relate to me, aren't you?" Riddle dragged his cigarette and licked his lips.

"I would never try to relate to a Riddle." Lilith scoffed, resting her face on her palm.

"Why are you here then?" Tom bluntly asked her.

Lilith opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"Are you here out of pity? Guilt? Do you wish to get something from or out of me?" Tom interrogated her.

Lilith was silenced. She wasn't prepared for this question,

"Or are you mad for me?" Tom asked even though he knew the answer. Or so he thought.

Still quiet, Lilith waited for the next thing he was going to say.

"You do everything I tell you to and you still deny that you're mad for me." Tom scanned Lilith but couldn't read her emotions which made him want to drive her to her breaking point.

"That's not true." Lilith unknowingly proved his point.

Tom laughed under his breath at her.

"You killed for me. Is that right?" Tom lifted Lilith's chin with his wand and made her look him in the eyes. She grimaced at him.

"Not everything I do is for you. I don't live for you." Lilith folded her arms, surprisingly tolerating what was happening.

"But you'd die for me." Tom hissed in a snake like way.

Lilith gulped and clenched her jaw, not wanting to give him satisfaction.

Tom waited patiently for an answer, his wand digging deeper in her skin.

Lilith thought about it.

If trying to relate with his feelings isn't going to work, then giving him what he wants will.

"I'll prove it." Lilith said, taking off her robe and dropping it on the ground. Tom sharply turned his head, not wanting to look at her with his jaw clenched tightly.

She rolled her eyes and instead looked over the railing.

Lilith looked at the drop down and took a deep breath.

She wouldn't die if she jumped.

She knew it.

Climbing over the railing, Lilith turned to face Tom from in front of the railing.

He hadn't noticed that she was gone.

Her clammy hands that gripped onto the railing was slowly loosening.

And before she had time to think, she was falling backwards.

Tom had turned around just in time to see her fall but not in time to catch her.

Cursing under his breath, Tom took off his coat and did something he would regret.

He fell right after her.

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A/N: This is giving me very much Suicide Squad vibes.