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tom riddle: writing about you after they killed you

i've done it. i've rid the world of her. she won't be a problem anymore. she was a minor irritation, a pesky fly, buzzing about, pestering, her very existence a nuisance. though, in a way, i'll miss her.

i was her everything, her world. and she was nothing but an obstacle, an annoyance. yet, her absence leaves a strange emptiness within me.

watching her come unravelled, her desperation, her pain, it was... exhilarating. perhaps it's that adrenaline, the power i felt as i played with her emotions, that i'll truly miss, not her. because i can't miss her. i don't feel anything for her.

i'm not a religious man, far from it. god always seemed a fairytale, a crutch for the weak to lean upon, something to blame when things went sideways. but with her, the closest i've ever come to feeling like a god was when i was with her, watching the life fade from her eyes.

the feeling was almost heavenly. she brought heaven to me, a place i'd never dared to imagine.