His Story {Tom Riddle}

Somewhere, Somewhen

October 2021, somewhere around 4AM

Thinking about you again. 

Lost in the depths of my sleepless nights, I imagine how you would stand in your kitchen, long-sleeved shirt and boxers. Your hair is a mess, as usual. You're drinking a cup of coffee. 

Your eyes travel to the window, your gaze piercing beyond what you see. Your thoughts join mine and for a brief moment, right there, we can share something together. 

I don't know your name, nor the colour of your eyes and the sound of your breath. I don't know the way you talk, or if you keep silent. I don't know the shape of your face and how your hair feels on my hand. I don't know the pace of your walk and the strength of your embrace. I don't know the power of your eyes in mine, or the way your laugh echoes on my skin. 

I don't know you. I never have. 

But I know you are there. I know you exist. Somewhere. 

Somewhen. 

I have never believed in soulmates, never expected to meet mine. But what if this buried feeling, this never-ending burning angst... is love? 

Will we ever meet? 

Or will I continue to feel this emptiness in my stomach? Doomed to be eaten alive by this dark and cold void. Forever lacking, forever expecting. Never fulfilled. Never happy. 

I choose to be happy. 

I will find you, no matter what. I'll pour everything I have and everything I am into this search for love, my love. 

We will meet. Our paths will cross. Our eyes will lock across a room full of strangers. I will hold my breath, waiting for you to come to me. And we'll finally be together. 

Together, alive. 

I keep thinking that you will make me happy. That you will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. 

But what if you're not? I've been played before. I know how the story goes, however tempting the happy-ending might be, sometimes your Prince Charming will turn out to be an ugly bastard.

But then again, what if the ugly bastard turns out to be the Prince Charming? 

Fuck it. 

I'm coming for you.