Tied [A Tom Riddle Story]

18. A Vivid Dream

Sela

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To be birds atop of a tree whistling their hearts out. To be in love, to feel loved, to feel peace, Sela thought.

Whether she'll ever find such pure things in Tom she does not know, yet she could never ever imagine anyone caressing her skin but him. Tom Riddle.

'Come be by my side'

Her heart swelled and bruised at that.

This gathering he spoke of happens every year, where the Lestrange mansion is, in celebration for their children and their friends' who will be going back to Hogwarts.

She knows of it as she was dragged to it every year.

And this year, she thought that she'd be free, yet Tom had made sure that it would not be the case.

She is more than nervous, frightened inside.

Yet safety that could ever match up to her deathly emotions, is the presence of him.

She did not want him to leave. She wanted him to stay. But the sun sets, the room went dark and he bid his goodbye, saying he'll be by her door tomorrow night.

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"Astrea" Her love whispers as she grumbles, irritated that she is woken up.

"What is it?" She managed to croak out.

"I love you."

"You've awoke just to tell me that you love me?" She smiles, eyes still shut from all lights.

"I love you." He kisses her neck.

"I love you." He kisses her chest.

"I love you." He kisses her stomach.

"Hmm." She hums in bliss.

Memories of pain attacks Sela's senses.

Flashes of blood.

Moans of pain.

Black pulsing veins.

Smirking faces.

"Killing your own father? You deserve to die a painful death."

And she wakes in a pool of sweats.

She hyperventilates, feeling no air in her lungs. And as she looks frantically around the room, it is still dark outside and quiet, leaving only her and her nightmare.

What is this? What was this dream? Who is who?

Rapidly, many questions began to arise but she tries her best to remain calm and laid back down on the soft pillows of her bed.

When she is calm, her brows began to furrow in sadness. Of what she does not know.

The dream, her father, Tom, herself.... everything.

She laid there looking up towards the ceiling, waiting until fatigue finds her again.

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She had woken up again, this time not from a nightmare but piercing sunlight through the window.

Kiri probably had cooked meals for her already and it is probably turning colder by the second but she had no appetite.

Although she had to get ready for the night's gathering. Pick a dress, do her hair and more.

She had settled for a silver dress of a heart shaped neckline and tiny slit on the gown in aid of moving around with a pearl necklace and earrings to go along with.

Some red blush and cherry lips would do for the night, she thought. Light colouring to enhance one's beauty.

"Mistress, Kiri made mistress some soup. Mistress needs to eat. Mistress needs to stay healthy." Kiri shouts from behind the door making Sela giggle.

"I will be out in a minute!" She shouts as a reply.

When she was done with her task, she walked out, finally now with a grumbling stomach.

"Yay! Mistress came!"

Sela smiles at Kiri's excitement.

Kiri set a bowl of soup on the table making Sela's mouth water at the smell and sight. The taste did not disappoint her either.

When she had satiated her stomach, Sela had wondered why Kiri is still here. She had given her a piece of clothing. She had set Kiri free.

"Kiri? Do not include me in your burden. I've set you free. Go on adventures, be of free spirit, find joy. Do not bound yourself to such a fate again." She tells Kiri gently.

"But- but mistress Sela brings Kiri joy. She has watched mistress ever since mistress was a baby. Mistress brings Kiri joy. Kiri will not leave." Kiri steps closer to Sela fidgeting around with her frail fingers.

Upon hearing so Sela had teared up.

"Please, come here." She asked of Kiri.

Kiri complied steeping into the warm and comforting chest of her girl.