After All These Years

Chapter 92

   * TOM RIDDLE POV *

When I wake, I long to fall back asleep. Still, so used to my sleep state, I want nothing more that to return back. 

Then I feel her. Still asleep, under my touch. Her skin is warm on my palm.  I silently wonder how it made its way down there. To the small of her back. When I open my eyes, I finally see her. It's when I can finally confirm I'm still not asleep. Confirm this isn't some sort of dream I wish to never wake from. 

My eyes, half open, watch her. My fingers, slowly working their way up and down her back, drawing small invisible circles.  

It's then, as I become more awake, I notice the small closed in space between us. Her hand closed limply to a fist, laying against the loose cotton on my chest. I want nothing more than to hold her closer, but something stops me. 

  I notice something inside her palm. I pull my hand up slowly, prying her fingers open ever so slightly. Inside, I'm surprised to see my rings with her. I haven't noticed they were gone. 

I take them from her hands, her palms red from lack of movement. I do my best to place them behind me on the nightstand without turning around. My perception  of where the stand was located was terrible and they all fell to the floor, making numerous "clanging" sounds. 

She begins to shift around as I still myself. She places herself between my arm and chest, covering her face away. She then stills, but I can't imagine how she stays asleep so close to the loud drumming in my chest. It seems to be the only thing I can hear.  

I try to fall back asleep, but it seems I've been awake for much too long to go back to sleep. So there I lay, waiting for (Y/N) to wake while I have just my thoughts to entertain myself. 

I try to plan out important ideas for the day, what I would after lesson and so forth, but I fall flat everytime. For once, I find myself having trouble concentrating on nearly anything -    Until I let out a sigh, frustrated as I look down at the girl in my arms as the irritation washes away. 

I wonder how she's able to do that. Not even conscious or awake to see my frustration, yet all it  takes is one glance and it's gone in a second. How she does it, is far beyond my knowledge.  

And I admire her because of it. 

Ironically, the longer I watch her, the deeper I get lost in thought.

It's unimaginable how she's able to forgive for all I did to her. This school, these students, don't deserve her. Neither do I. 

It's crazy to think that I've known her so many years, yet it took me seven years to actually get to know her. I barely paid her mind. I've been so ignorant in the past, I couldn't spare a minute of my life to actually talk to her. Though, at least I finally got around to it. I'm grateful I did. 

For once, everything in my life seems to be ok. I have (Y/N), finally, and she has me. I hope to never leave her side. I want to stay where I am, near her, for as long as I live.                        I strongly enjoy her company, and I can only assume she feels the same way. I certainly hope she does. 

I have a strong fondness for her. She seems to be my only weakness recently, my only source of warmth. I've never felt this way for someone, with only their words alone to affect me in such a way. 

She's so different. So different from Bellatrix and every other person I've known. She says such unusual things, comes up with ideas I would have never thought of on my own. She seems to be the complete opposite of me in every way, but I like it.

 I like how she acts, what she says and does. I adore everything about her. These simple words can only describe so much. I wish for a word to properly express how I feel. 

Like, admire, and adore seem..... inadequate. Dull. Empty. I need a stronger word. 

Perhaps, it's....love?

{I'M BACK} 

{I was gone for wayyyy too long, and I apologize for that }

{I lot was happening to me at the time, and I think I just really needed a break}

{I missed you guys soooo much though} 

{I hate to say it, but I think it's actually time to end this story} 

{This would be the last Tom Riddle Pov, sadly} 

{I really hoped you liked it, and the next chapter should be the last of the story} 

{Question time: Let's say you just won a competition, winning yourself a house. The host of this competition says you can move in right away, but you can only take on thing from your old home with you. What do you take? And why?}

{I swear if any of you answer " my room "  or something like that, I will block you. And that's a threat}  

{I think I'd take the little clay dinosaur that my sister made me. I posted a picture of it on my other story. Or maybe my cat}

{I'm gonna go post a bunch on my other story thingy, so I hope to talk with you guys very soon, byee}