tom riddle imagines

23: goodbye

pov a breakup 

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You gazed at him, your eyes void of emotion, hollow shells echoing the disbelief that gnawed at your soul. Three years of love, trust, and hope shattered by the mere utterance of a sentence. The ground beneath you sprawled out like a vast expanse, stretching to infinity, as if you were perched on the edge of a precipice, clinging to the remnants of your once-burgeoning relationship with three trembling fingers. Your gaze shifted to his towering figure, meeting his constricted irises. An tempest of emotions churned within you as you sought to decipher his thoughts. No incantation, no spell, no incisive charm could pierce the fog of uncertainty that clouded your mind, only vivid, haunting flashbacks of the love you and Tom once shared. Realisations dawned with painful clarity as the past collided with the present, each memory a dagger plunging deeper into your already wounded heart.

"I'm so..." Tom's voice faltered, his eyes betraying a flicker of guilt as he watched you crumble internally. A tension gripped his jaw, his mouth clamping shut, sealing the words he dare not utter. "You should've seen this coming."

"It's my fault now?" you murmured, your voice a mere whisper, heavy with the weight of disbelief and accusation.

A flicker of shame danced in Tom's eyes, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability beneath the facade of confidence he struggled to maintain. He caught himself before saying more, staggering back with his wand waveringly fanned towards you. The space between you widened with his retreat, the gulf between the boy you loved and the man he had become ever more apparent, a gaping chasm of despair and regret.

"You don't want to do this; I know you don't," you pleaded, your voice cracking with desperation, a last-ditch effort to salvage what remained of the love that once bound you together. As if it were that simple.

Tom drew nearer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. With a sense of resignation, he crouched down, his hand gently cradling your face. In the span of a heartbeat, his gaze darkened, the glimmer of warmth and affection extinguished, leaving only emptiness in its wake.

"My love," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, a blend of longing and despair weaving through each syllable. "I yearn to claim you, to hold you close and never let go. But fate has decreed otherwise. The allure of the dark forces is too potent, too intoxicating to resist. I cannot give you the love you deserve."

His hand trailed to your neck, his touch tender yet suffused with sorrow, a silent farewell to the dreams you once shared.

"Though my love remains, it cannot save you," he continued, his words hanging heavy in the air, a final admission of defeat.

Before you stood a stranger, a shadow of the man you once knew, and you searched desperately for a trace of the love that once bloomed between you. In defeat, your gaze returned to his eyes, once overflowing with love, now foreign and distant, devoid of the warmth that once enveloped you in its embrace.

Uncertain of his own emotions, he grappled with conflicting forces, torn between the pull of your love and the path he had chosen. The anguish in your eyes mirrored the agony of his past, holding him captive in a web of guilt and remorse, a prisoner of his own making.

He hesitated, caught between two worlds, neither of which offered solace or redemption.As he faded into the distance, tears blurred your vision, mingling with the ache in your heart, a silent lament for the love that was lost, the dreams that were shattered. A faint whisper of his name lingered in the air, a plea unanswered, a testament to the pain of a love that was never meant to be.

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next one will be longer i promise. this one is so wack im kinda like ehh rn i love you guys