Tom Riddle was a red rose in a field of white
The Red Rose stood out vividly against the white ones, its beauty undeniable
Around the Red Rose, once-white roses had turned various shades of pink, some almost red. Yet none as deep and dark as the singular Red Rose
The Red Rose had once been of a pure white, just like the others
That was a very long time ago
Its transformation was the result of its countless sins, infecting the other roses around it. It was stained the color of its wrong doings
Regardless of its sins, the Red Rose remained beautiful and caught my attention
I couldn't resist it any longer
I grabbed the Red Rose between my gentle fingers only for to prick me with its thorns
I bled its same color red
Most people would have left that rose in the field, but I didn't
I began removing its thorns one by one, even though it drew blood from me
I believed that one day I could rid it from its thorns
I was wrong
The rose would continue to hurt me for eternity but I would forever love my Red Rose. Because my Red Rose is beautiful and his thorns were equally alluring
I love my Red Rose
I love you, Tom
- Amelia Diggory
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His Violent Delight (A Tom Riddle Fanfiction)
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