"𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥;
ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕥. "
- Micheal R. Burch
When Faith Silvers befriends Tom Riddle, she discovers a side of him that his intimidating facade masks, and desp...
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Christmas morning had felt almost dream like to the both of them, but all good things must come to and end. The sky eventually darkened, the snowfall ceased, and the Silvers' house became a bustle of house elves preparing for the arrival of guests.
Despite Faith's anxiety for the looming Christmas party, Tom couldn't help but be intrigued; he'd never attended any form of sacred 28 event (for obvious reasons), however he'd heard a great deal about them from his knights.
"Kill me now," Faith mumbled as she entered Tom's guest room, fumbling with her hair, approaching the mirror, wearing a silky, emerald green dress with puffed sleeves and a square neck, adorned with silver lace. She was securing her hair into silver clips, pinning back the front pieces.
Tom watched her, mesmerised. "You look beautiful."
Faith turned to look at him in the eyes, giving him a weak smile. She turned her attention to Tom's suit, which he'd borrowed from Axel, such a dark green it almost look black. She grinned.
"You don't look bad yourself," She smoothed the material of his suit with a dainty hand.
Despite Faith's smile, Tom could tell she was dreading tonight. He wished he could whisk her away, somewhere nicer, somewhere kinder, somewhere she could be her effervescent self.
Alas, fate had other plans. As did Tom.
In a rather strange and unexpected turn of events, Tom found himself at crossroads.
He'd had a plan. He would follow Faith here, get the book, and be done with this entire affair. He had never wanted to be friends with Faith, let alone anything romantic.
He would leave this house and sever any relationship between him Faith when she was no longer needed.
That had always been the plan.
But, as she stood infront of him, he could not bring himself to imagine a reality where he'd no longer be able to hold her. Because, right now, he could smell her hair, lavender and vanilla. He could feel her gentle touch, see the way her eyes crinkle as she smiles. And, if he were to kiss her, she'd taste like the stars, and he'd drink her in. He'd travel with her, like she wanted to, and they'd stargaze together, share a life worth living, and he'd never give her up. No matter what his plan had been.
It was all fantasy, though. Wasn't it?
Whether that particular dream was at all possible or not, it nonetheless had Tom borderline terrified. He was stepping into unknown territory, and if he wasn't so infatuated with Faith, he'd be angry with himself for getting so off track.
But, he'd been able to ignore that for the time being. This, right now, here, with Faith, he could have this. He'd let himself have this, this Christmas, in a corner of the world so beautiful he could block out everybody but her, deeming them background noise.
