The Key to a Riddle's Heart (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 23 - The Letter

Ever since the moment with Tom in the corridor, I've been replaying it over and over. I had many questions and tried to look at the memory as if i were the third person watching it happen. Ideas and thoughts swarmed throughout my mind, some making me upset, and some making me happy.

Did he feel those sparks I felt when he pushed me up against the wall? Of course not, he looked as if he were going to kill you.

That was my brain talking, but my heart's answer went along the lines of: the only reason he pushed me up against the wall was to be extremely close to me.

On my walk back from the talk with Tom, I was still able to smell his endearing scent. The scent that I would be so happy to be able to be around. He strangely smelt like apples, male cologne, and peppermint. It was a weird mixture, but still a good one nonetheless.

I didn't tell Dorea or Fran about the meeting with Tom, well at least not the real conversation. Instead of telling them that I accused him of being Myrtle's killer, I told them that I wanted my stuff that he hadn't given back since the breakup. They immediately felt awful for me and tried the rest of the day to 'cheer me up'.

However many times I tried telling them that I was fine, they didn't believe me. Thinking about it now, I realize that they were right. I would never be alright because Tom held onto a piece of my heart, and when we broke up, he took it with him.

The girls have been trying nonstop to find me a boyfriend which is much appreciated but unnecessary. They still feel bad about the lack of being there for me that happened over the past few weeks. As well as the rest of my friends.

All of them acted like it was fine, but I knew they hated restraining themselves from acting all coupley. I would be forever grateful for the absence of cuddling and kissing in front of me. The girls didn't seem to mind as much as the boys, which may or may not have been true.

The boys even tried setting me up with a few of their friends. However, their friends all happened to be perverts that just wanted me for sex. The girls threw fits when I came back from a blind date with one of the boys' friends.

Tom and I haven't spoken since our talk in the hall, I felt incredibly guilty for accusing him wrongfully. He's gone back to pretending I didn't exist, which I tell myself I'm fine with, but I know I'm lying.

The thoughts running through my head would make anyone else explode from thinking to much but I somehow managed. My mind wandered from subject to subject. I constantly thought about Myrtle and was desperate to find out who killed her. It must have been a student, who else could get into the castle?

That thought was terrfiying, it pushed me away from discovering who was truly behind it. Once, when I was researching in the library about the Chamber of Secrets, Abraxas came up to me and told me to stop. He said that Tom had it handled and he knew who was behind Myrtle's murder. Why he hasn't come forward yet, I'll never know.

Since then, I've halted in my attempts to find the heir of Slytherin and focused more on my studies. At the moment, my grades were booming and I was extremely happy with them.

Just recently, I sent a letter to my family, asking for an update on how each of them has been. I expect to receive a reply this morning when the mail comes through. Though I sent it to my parents and my brother, I wasn't sure when I would get a response from Dan. He was still traveling the world, from what I heard of, and my owl may take a while to reach him.

Dorea grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the couch in the common room, "Let's go, airhead. I don't want to be late for breakfast."

She pulled me all the way down to the Great Hall and we immediately began piling food onto our plate. Once I took a bite of my pancake, my stomach dropped. My face paled and I looked at Dorea.