Her aroma's curse {T.R}

14: Far from the madding crowd

TOM RIDDLE:

Three fucking weeks. All what happened was that i now am an official leglimens. And every thought of everyone slipped into my head as an aftermath of my recent horcrux and that it was officially affecting my body physically. I am stronger, more tolerant.. i could read minds and well i won't die and i will forever remain 27 years old. But non of this affected my daily life. Which was absolutely fucking terrible.

I just sat there. Staring into nothingness. Was she alright? I hoped to Merlin she was. She is.. away from here. I had tortured the boy who broke her heart after i drunk poly juice so that it won't appear as myself but rather a student among them. I had almost killed him four times for taking my little Anastasia away from me.

I was sitting there.. I held Anastasia in my arms, and she held me in hers. Just like Atlas she carried heavens between her arms and i was present in them for those 106 seconds of which she held me in. I counted every second of them. I smelled on the warmth of her neck and she held me after i had calmed her softly and placed my fingers in hair her. Only once she said. And i said that too and i know it's the truth because since she held me, i've been living in that moment ever since. One time ticked to heaven and i was back to inferno.

I touched her face and told her not to weep. Because her weeping in pain was practically my greatest nightmare. She was hurt and i broke into shreds and decay watching those streams of agony stroll down her perfect face. I sat before my desk unable to even step up knowing she was not there anymore. She won't be bothering me in my office or asking for my help. She was in Beuxbaton. Protecting herself, yet she was killing me. Striking a knife right in my soul with every moment i spent in her choice of absence.

"Fucking hell Riddle," i tapped the cigarette in the pot and stood up. Beauxbaton. Anastasia Pierce. Just once.. and i will let her go. Thankfully, she left with her choice.

Fuck!

Alright i need to focus. I wante- no i needed her to leave so that i would be freed from this torment and i would've even killed her so that i won't see or hear her. And then the day she herself decides to leave, i'm left in more agony than in her presence. Hell in her presence and absence. And i remain clueless of what i want to choose. But i just... i only needed to see her just once more and i will let go. I was going to let go, i only needed a longer glimpse at her. It's been three weeks for fucks sake. She did not even write me.

I twisted and twirled and appeared in that berry blue dorm in the middle of the night. I entered through the huge balcony into the blue shaded dorm while hearing a shuffle. I awaited any motion and saw a small shadow form behind the curtains so i stopped for a little. And i looked inside to make sure no one was there and if someone was present then it would be her. Sleeping or unconscious or dead. Hopefully it wasn't someone i needed to strike to death.

Who the fuck is there through my fucking window? This is unbelievable. Hopefully it's Scarlet or whoever the fuck just not a man. What's wrong with the world! They really both decided to party and leave me here alone only so that someone would stand in my balcony. I better protect myself from that motherfucker right there. Protecting myself ah hah!

I huffed and slowly opened the window's door. She thought loud in my head. She is absolutely unbelievable. I stepped five steps into the blue shades of the dorm with three beds, dim yellow lighting and grey curtains. Then i heard a scream from behind the glass door with fast steps and i turned around instantly grabbing the table in her hands with both of mine.

A table.
Anastasia Pierce was going to hit me with a fucking table on my back since she didn't quite reach my head. I stabled my hands and looked down at her with wide eyes and parted lips. She actually scares me sometimes. What the fuck is wrong with this woman? She gulped staring up at me for a few seconds. I panted in adrenaline. This was the most awkward reunion i have ever had. This was more awkward than when i met my father only to kill him. She stepped back and i slowly placed the table back on its four legs. "What the fuck, Tom!!?" She yelled and i hushed her aggressively.