Chapter 71

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A mere two weeks have passed since the traumatic event and Eve hadn't spoken a single word to anyone but Rhea. As soon as the Easter holidays were over, all of Hogwarts knew about her silence and no one tried to get her to talk.

Throughout her silent stay at the Sloane's, she only spoke a bit of what she had experienced before shutting up, not squeaking another word of it. Her mind was filled with the horrid images of her rotting mother and the visions of the gore she has witnessed. The thoughts kept her up at night, each image flashing through her mind. The bags under her eyes somehow seemed darker as the days blurred into each other, her body slowly growing weaker as she didn't have an appetite.

Slughorn had tried to speak to her but she kept silent. Abraxas spoke to her several times until he was informed by Rhea that she wasn't going to and he gave up trying to ask what had happened, remaining her friend and telling her about his events of his very own miserable life.

As for Tom, he watched Eve closely. He noticed how silent she was, going from class to class before disappearing into her dorm as soon as the school day ended. He would watch over the Slytherin common room like a hawk, spying to see if she would exit but she never did. He also mentally noted how her eyes seemed to become more and more dull within the days, feeling his heart break as he would turn to see her asleep atop her work.

Tom loved the girl too much and he wanted her back. He wanted to hold her in his arms while she weeped, spilling all the emotion she had suppressed. His eyes would trail along her whenever she walked by, her scent disrupting any thought that would appear. He missed her badly and this time - he would do anything to get her back.




The water at the Black Lake seemed to become more darker since the last time Eve was there.

It had been an insanely long time since she had been outside, away from her dorm. She would lock herself in there after classes had ended, trying to sleep but failed due to the thoughts invading her exhausted mind. Her eyes felt raw from crying, the feeling becoming normal as it became a common activity for her. It even happened during class - all she had to do was lay her head down and let it out silently.

Her hand reached into her bra, pulling out a cigarette and a box of matches. Placing the cigarette between her lips, she strongly exhaled, staring afar at the lake.

She could feel the emotion take over her again, her tears watering once more before she sharply inhaled, laying her palms on the side of her head as she stared at the lake. A wave of weakness washed over her as she felt a tear run down the side of her nose, dropping into the lake. As she fumbled with the light, she stared at her reflection in the water, her heart wrenching at the sight.

Purple circles had formed around her black eyes, which had seem to have lost their shine. Her cheekbones seemed immensely sunken in, the color of her face flushed away to a dull state. She felt her gut twist sickly within herself, disgust filling her senses. Her breakfast that she had finally ate after days of rejecting any food, had now began crawling its way up her throat.

Tom, on the other hand, had stood behind a tree, watching the girl. He had been there for quite some time, spying on her actions, watching how she lurched forward as she threw up into the lake, a painful wail tearing through the peaceful air.

He exhaled sharply as he moved forward, his feet making up his mind for him.

Eve scrunched up her face, trying to control the emotion from peeking through. She laid her head into her palm, the cigarette held between her fingers. She felt restless - but she knew that every attempt of sleep would call the memories back into her mind.

And it scared her to death to even recall the rotting scent.

The sound of footsteps approaching didn't seem to interrupt Eve from her thoughts as they had began to eat away at the last bits of her sanity. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sound of the nature that hummed around her.

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