SWAN SONG; tom riddle

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dear tom,

          it's remarkable how you scramble to find more ways to outlive death.

          i know and acknowledge my inadequate nature, tom. a weak little insolent girl who loved too quick and far too easily, i know that.

          but you? god, you're just delusional.

          i truly thought one horcrux was enough, but seven? you truly are terrified of death. or is it what awaits you in death that frightens you out of your wits?

          i was always afraid of you, tom. no matter how much i loved you, you terrified me beyond comprehension. but this? this is another level of desperation.

it knocks you off the pedestal you've been on since the moment we met. and nothing on this plane or the next is oh-so-fucking-satisfying to watch you fail to measure up to expectations.

          all these fruitless attempts of trying to cheat death can only work for so long, my love.

          and in that sweet sweet moment that your tricks run out, i hope you come to ascertain the waste of it all.

          i admire how you value life so much when it doesn't give a damn about you. it laughs in the face of your fear. your torment offers me much-needed entertainment in my eternal damnation. i've relished in the satisfaction of your endless failure in the pursuit of immutable life.

          because no matter how much you pray and no matter how badly you try, you will fail.

          take it from me, tom: don't give life the satisfaction of watching you grovel for its mercy because you'll never make it out alive.

in my case, you're life. and i'm sure you don't want to end up like me, do you?

          heed my warnings, my love, they are genuine and something you could never be: honest.

yours,
florizel