𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 ☠︎︎ ᵗᵒᵐ ʳⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ

1.3

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"I want to kiss you, I want to taste your lips, I want—” He choked, hot tears catching up in a race down his red cheeks, soaking the expensive sheets.

She looked at him pitifully, she could almost feel his emotions. She may not have been able to love him as he loved her, but her soul was bound to his torn one. It brought pain to both, but Tom couldn't stop.

She wanted to tell him the solution to all of this, but she knew she couldn't be so selfish, asking him to commit suicide after he had gained so much.

She looked at him, his skin still the same as it was 32 years ago when he was only 18, he hadn't aged at all. She assumed the Horcruxes were keeping him young, or something else.

"Where are you going?" He asked hurriedly as she walked out the door. Tom had been on pins and needles lately, waiting for the moment when he would have to let her go, when he would be forced to watch her pass into another life.

From that moment on, he trembled as if he was waiting for his own death.

"I'll be back soon." She answered after a few moments of silence, her voice echoing in his mind until he understood the meaning. "I'm not going to leave you." She wanted to add "yet" but she wasn't ready for another outburst from him.

He watched as her dark aura went around the corner and allowed himself to fall to the floor and wrap his arms around his knees like a frightened child while his parents are arguing.

Except this time he wasn't crying, he knew where she was going.

He hated what he had done to her. He destroyed her soul, she even worked with the devil himself for him, catching souls around like a cowboy and handing them over to the guardians of hell just so she could be with him a little longer.

But still he couldn't bring himself to stop her, he needed her like air under the water in which he was drowning but he forgot to get rid of what was dragging him to the bottom - his own selfishness.

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