SWAN SONG; tom riddle

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dear tom,

from the beginning i knew what you were. while you disguised yourself as a snake in sheep's clothing, prancing about the castle, swindling your subordinates and superiors with ease, you never hid your true nature from me.

i never knew whether to feel flattered or offended.

despite what you were — what you still are — i somehow found myself in you. the broken pieces of a child who grew up much to fast. a sick twisted brain that in our time, would be frowned upon and sent to the stake.

perhaps we were kindred spirits.

or perhaps i was delusional. simply under a trance by you and your angelic ways.

in lieu of my own, i, once again, use the words of a soul far more gifted than mine.

"you have bewitched me body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you. and wish from this day forth never to be parted from you."

pathetic muggles and their hopelessly romantic love.

lucky fucking bastards.

yours,
florizel