You are a ghost, Tom Riddle. You even kiss like one. Silently, invisibly yet hungrily. You squeeze the breath out of my lungs, desperately trying to fill your own with it. Your kisses contain the unspoken grief of a man who died before he even realized it. Your kisses contain the anger of a man who died while only having conquered half of the world.
I am a lover, Tom Riddle. I even kiss like one. You felt it on your lips, licked it off, swallowed it and when you spitted it out, you had turned it into a purpose. You nurtured it, let it boil in your veins. You used it to kill the other half of the world that hadn't already died because of men like you. Not me. The death you promised me was special. The death you had planned was mine only.
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FanfictionHe kissed her, touched her, buried her. Things like that only happen in love and murder. Tom Riddle x OC Wattpad 2021 A story written by @sixofghosts
