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It is September 1945. I am not sure of the specific date; I have not known for quite some time. I am somewhere in Albania, perhaps the small cabin my father used to bring me to. I cannot be sure. It looks different...and yet so familiar.
I don't know who will read this, but I need you to know. I fear I do not have much time.
My name is Nora Valance, and I made a stupid mistake. Trusting Tom Riddle has been my biggest regret. He is not who he says he is, you must know that. He is not to be trusted.
I met Tom in 1938. Why should I not trust him? Do not make me out to be a fool when you tell my tale. He knows what he is doing. My heart yearns to forget the events that just occurred, but I cannot. I know this.
Tom Riddle is not a good man. He has killed many. He has surely killed me –
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mary mouser as nora valance
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TW: depression, self harm, death. please be advised. this story is not light.
AN: guys i've been writing this for MONTHS and i am finally posting it omg thank u lauren and em ilysm
also, i would just like to note: i am not romanticizing tom riddle at all. when reading, please try to read into alterior motives and think deeper than the surface. i do not intend to make tom riddle a "good guy" because he is not. i will not romanticize anything or pretend he is anything but a bad guy. the end of the story, if it's not put together, i will explain how it all came to be. pleaseknow this before reading.
on another note, this story has been a child of mine, i do not feel i have written anything quite like it ever in my time on wattpad. i've really put all of my feelings into this and i hope you enjoy it.
