These days, the feeling is stronger. The urge is harder to fight. The dreams are more vivid.
I can tell what I am supposed to wait for is near.
Somewhere, in this castle?
The answer to my questions, the solution to my problems.
Or perhaps it won't be good.
Perhaps it will be my demise.
Then why does this burning ache feel so good? Am I attracted to darkness? To death?
Well, probably.
But this is not it, this is something else.
It feels like ice and fire, like earth and water.
Clashing, crashing, forever meeting.
It is bound to happen. I know it is.
But when? I cannot wait any longer. If I do, I might burst into flames.
What is this feeling? This need, this yearning. It's growing inside me, drowning me in its embrace.
My only hope is that it will finally bring me peace, satisfaction. That this uncomfortable want, this desire will subside...
This troubling state of mind is distracting me from my true purpose, from what I'm supposed to do. Unless...
Unless it's leading me to it.
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His Story {Tom Riddle}
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