"She did not just create a heart inside of my chest. She was my heart. Thus only in her presence am i a human"
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How Tom sees little Anastasia is far more than anyone would've thought.
Spin off from {As the sin caves in}...
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TOM RIDDLE:
I had been awake for half an hour with a little of a hangover. I watched her in absolute silence. Then i saw how her eyes opened in slits first before she realised what had happened and stood upright immediately that i thought she would've blacked out. She checked everywhere out and i glared at her as she did not notice my awakening but noticed how high the ceiling was. I pondered if it was of her liking. Then i stirred and her eyes caught mine. "Morning." I declared and she dropped her face.
"And here i thought you'd take me to hell." She massaged her face. I did not think it was possible for her to enter hell. "Where the fuck am i?" She massaged her head aggressively. "My house." I answered bluntly. She then looked me up and down as if i were the only atheist to the truest religion and she was its prophet. "So what? You felt bad about kidnapping me, so you decided to get me here?" She slapped her leg and i tensed my jaws. "How did i even get here right away. Wait for how long was i out? Explain everything right now." I rolled my tongue in my cheek and stared at her for way too long. She... was still her.
"You've been out for 11 hours; you came here by a portkey. Now go back to sleep and stop whinging." I flexed my shoulders back to crack them from their cramping before standing up and proceeding to leave the room.
"No! And what kind of room is that?" She looked around then i turned to her with furrowed brows. "My room." I answered. "Ugh!" She yelped, "i don't even want to imagine what happened here." She shook her head keenly and i took one last long at her. No one has visited this room. I was the only body to rest on this bed. Nothing happened here. So i left seeking not to face her or her confrontations of my actions.
"She woke up!" I exclaimed huffing in rage as i climbed down the stairs fast. I felt irritation and vexation to my throat. "Do whatever the fuck you wanted to do with her." I narrowed my eyes at Florence when she appeared before me with a shock on her face.
"I'll get her.. the clothes." She widened her eyes at my intensely rising and falling chest. She went to kitchen picked up everything and began to rise up the stairs. I grabbed the marble of the kitchen counter and tensed my straight arms inhaling sharply. She was probably talking to her now. Talking and talking about me. How i fucked her up and how i was the villain of her entire story. I, Tom Riddle.
I felt rage and denial and as if my brain was boiling and stirring around itself in such a high speed: dizziness choked me. I groaned with sweat rising to my skin surface and i shut my eyes tilting my head back. I ran my fingers in my hair before paper appeared on the marble. The newspaper... finally a distraction. I sat down and grabbed them looking into the first page: there was no word on the attack of Diagon alley. But there were two pages about it the middle. Florence came back and began to prepare coffee for herself and i. "Easy with her... she's confused.." she placed my mug before me when i looked up at her when she whispered. "And angry." She added making me sigh. "And loud." I commented on her words before she sighed and shook her head. "Just take it easy.. on yourself too. This way Anna!" She called out looking to the side as i heard her footsteps come closer.
