I just need to get something from my dorm, I'll be with you in a minute. I say as I kiss your cheek.
Okay, don't be long, you reply and I watch you walk towards the head boy quarters.
My hands can't find the doorknob to my dorm quick enough.
I feel a wave of cries approaching through my throat as I shut the door- not slam because you'll know something is wrong- I shut it softly.
The butterflies switch to bees in my stomach as I press myself on the other side of the door and slide down so my bottom crashes to the floor.
I already feel hot, wet tears soothe the sting on my left cheek.
Olive isn't here. I'm glad because I don't want her to see me like this. It would just prove her point.
It hurts sometimes, being in love with you.
It's like an ache in my heart, on everything.
A heavy ache desperate to drown me in our malicious salvation.
It's not that I don't want to be consumed by our love, I do, I really do.
It just really hurts, Tom.
I'm hurting.
Not just physically.
Sometimes I think that you would stop the violence if I did this better or that better.
I sometimes wonder if your violent touch is a way of moulding me into your perfect girl.
Do you wish me to have golden hair like Aila Selwyn? Or a larger chest like Olive? Or for me to be taller like Polly Carter?
Is that what you're trying to do?
I can dye my hair if you want? I'm sure I can find a spell that makes me taller and curvier?
Would you like that?
I would do it for you, my love
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poison ivy; tom riddle
FanfictionFallen from grace, my wings are glass, they shatter. Without love, we cease. Ivy Rosier knew that to love, she would have to lose her mind. Short story; Tom Riddle
