elysium | tom riddle

46 | act ii, scene xxi

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Mentions of death, blood, and poison.

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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖘𝖎𝖝

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐒 saying the same thing.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Ariadne could hear the world laughing cruelly at her, feeling satisfied at seeing her pain. The world held hope in her throat and said six words that changed her life.

But this was how it was.

But she still fought, writhing in the pain the world had heaped upon her for daring to argue with it. A burning sense of injustice, sobs, sorrows, and the desire to fight back but not having the energy or strength infected her heart. She didn't sob or wail. Her grief was unbearable but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound. She felt so incredibly alone that it was like eating her own heart.

Ariadne had thought that rage would lift her, make her stand, make her walk, but it vanished slowly. Instead, revenge took its place.

If there were a God, he would have to beg for forgiveness because she would tear down every place of Heaven and Hell to avenge her mother.

She had waited for the blizzard to die down, taking comfort and heat in the flames that had destroyed every last bit of what she had. Destroying it had felt like a good idea a few hours ago, but now she realized her mother would have no grave, no place where she could rest in peace or be visited.

She briefly regarded the destroyed remains of her home. For a moment, she could see Paloma's face with a bright smile; she could hear her mother laugh as she played with Ariadne when she was younger.