Abigail ran. She did not know how to confront the mother who abandoned her.
She loved Miranda. But still, she could not face her.
"Wait." A voiced called. She turned around to find Tom Riddle behind her, the cold winter moon light illuminating every feature of his face.
"Tom." She whispered. He would understand, she knew. He knew this story, and he would understand. For some reason, she ran to him. She ignored all rational thought, all fear of rejection, and ran to him.
She needed to be at home right now. She needed the warm, understanding embrace again.
Emotion clouded over rationale and she ran to him, holding him in a tight embrace. He was a little surprised, but made no effort to pry her off.
She held on to him.
He would never admit it, but he held her too. That night, he needed someone too.
"Tom...I saw her." She sobbed into his chest. "I saw her...standing there."
He did not say anything. He placed his arms around her, and she melted a little.
"I know. I know. Shh." He whispered, his lips so very close to her ear.
"What should I do?" She whispered. "What should I do?"
"I don't know." He tells her. But he was Tom Riddle, she thought. He always knew what to do.
She looked into his dark eyes, and saw so much anger and frustration laced in them. She wanted to knew what hid behind them. She saw so much pain.
"I'm sorry..I shouldn't have..." She said softly, trying to let go of him. But he didn't let her. He still clutched onto her warmth, refusing to let go.
"Don't escape just yet, my Abi. Just a little longer."
How long has she dreamed of hearing those words again? Too long. The embrace that once only held her in her sweetest dreams was now right in front of her.
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Marvolo Delacrioux felt slightly shaken. Who was that remarkable boy Tom Riddle?
The instant he joined their circle, Tom Riddle commanded all eyes.
Marvolo lit his cigar and shook his head. It was simply not possible. The poison...the boy could not have survived it. Riddle was a common surname, after all, wasn't it? Marvolo tried to read his thoughts, but was blocked utterly.
The boy was young, and already incredibly powerful.
Smooth as liquor, charming, but mysteriously dark.
Much like Marvolo in his youth.
In the boy, Marvolo saw dark shadows of his ambitious youth.
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Gabriel walked out to the garden, searching for her. He was beginning to grow a bit worried. She did not look well before she took off running. What happened?
He saw Tom Riddle and Abigail, holding each other in the moonlight.
Gabriel demanded an answer, although he understood he was not entitled to one.
"Abi...What is he doing there? Are you okay?" Gabriel said, his voice very concerned.
Tom Riddle smirked. At least he could gain some satisfaction from this tonight.
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Not About Angels (A Tom Riddle Story)
FanfictionShe was the secret he would never tell. Since childhood, he had a plan for world domination, yet, she stumbled across his path as the unexpected variable that he had never previously considered. She awakened the part of him that he never even reali...
