"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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Let's imagine they dance to (skin and bones) by (David Kushner) as if the song existed back then. Or David Kushner was even born. Let's just imagine it😍
TOM RIDDLE:
I hated her... i hated her with every cell in my blood.. with every breath i took. With every day i've lived and every night i slept. I loathed her as if she had murdered me in every life i have ever lived. And i hated her because i knew she might have actually did. I hated her because she messed with my earth's rotation around its axis I hated her because she was ending my world as if she were god and i knew she had already judged me to hell. I hated her because she made me lose focus.. she made lose my mind.. and i lost myself every time i as much as looked at her.
I hated her.
I banged on the door angrily awaiting her. She had been getting ready for four hours. Since she had picked that dress. Which i had told Florence to only buy this one for her. I knew she would pick it and she would look... perfect in it. But she said 'you have to give her other options.' And as you can see, i'm always right.
"What?!" She snapped from the other side of the door as i stood lone in the cold hallway. "What's taking so long?" We were about an hour late already. "I'm fucking struggling, wait!" She yelled so i slammed the door open and my body tensed. The air was halted around me. I parted my lips. Her not so short hair now, dangled from the side of her face down. Her hair was in a waterfall braid in the back of her head. She glared at me with anger and that black eyeliner and silver eyeshadow made it seem as if the devil was before her eyes. And the devil never looked more beautiful. I knew Satan fell from heaven.. and i think.. so did she. Her blush red lips glossed in a frown. And her skin glowed. The silver on a strap of her dress reflected the golden light from the faint light of the candle onto her face and.. something about black made her seem more... without fault. More... of who i knew i fell in love with. More of the woman i would kneel in front of before all mankind. More of that who crumbles me. More of the goddess who i worship. More of the hypnotising beauty curse. More of all that conquered me. More of my bane. More of my death. More of my love.
