ʀɪᴅᴇ, tom riddle one-shots

somebody else

a/n: based off of somebody else by the 1975

When I heard you found somebody else, I thought it was a lie. You promised me that if we ever broke up, you would never love anybody else. You told me your heart was mine and that it would never beat for anybody else. But now you stroll around the halls with her under your arm–just like what we used to do. It hurts to see you do that, reminding me of what we used to be.

I took all my things that reminded me of you and threw it out the window. I could do without it. And it's not the fact that I want you back for your body. It's not that. It's because I truly did love you. I hate to think about you with somebody else. It makes me so fucking angry and sad at the same time to know you're intertwining your soul with somebody else. It hurts to know that when you leave your dorm you'll be leaving with somebody else. Someone that isn't me.

I know that I'll see again eventually. This isn't that last time that I'll see your face. The face that haunts my dreams now. The very same face that I used to love kissing. The very same face that used to be my weakness. Even though our love has gone cold, I will still love you. I always will.

I know you're with her because you love and need her–more than you would ever love or need me. All I can say is fuck that. I hate to think about you with somebody else. Our love has gone cold and you're intertwining your soul with somebody else. I sit here picturing your body with somebody else and loathe every second of it.

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