Solving You Riddle 《Tom Riddle》✔

the tale of two

I sat.

"When I sent you the letter about my illness it was so you would work harder in your studies and not forego visit to the Manor not that you'll send me potions from Merlin knows where."

"They were the cure..you drank them didn't you Isabella"
I ask scared

"No of course not.  I threw them in the gardens." She replied unaffected.

No no no why Merlin didn't I consider this.

Perhaps sensing my distraught she said softly.
" I'm past saving Elizabeth nothing or no one can save me. And wherever and however you got those it was a Gryfindor thing to do."
In other words a stupid thing a brave but stupid thing.

"Now straighten your face I bought you this most beautiful gown with your favorite pair of  silver earrings."

She turned and staggered I reached to help her.

She stopped me with her hand. My sister never accepted help she was strong to the core of her bones.

She had often warned me. One weakness Dear sister and they will rip you to shreds.

I looked at her really looked at her. I saw those jutted out bones the hollow cheeks, her tinted blue skin , the veins clear beneath her skin.

" Do rest I'll meet you for tea." She nodded suddenly exhausted.

I closed the curtains and left.

Her words echoing in my head

Past saving.

I clashed into someone.

Tom held me.

"I think you can just ask if you want me to hug you instead of barging into my arms."
He said
"What's wrong Eliza?" He asked when I didn't speak afraid I'd break if I did. He placed a finger below my chin causing me to look up.

"She didn't take the antidote."  Is all I say.

He hugs me as if he knows that I'm breaking and I start sobbing.

"Hush my darling it's gonna be alright. I'm here it's going to be fine."

I didn't know what to say so I just let him soothe me.

Tom's POV

I look at the pathetic girl in my arms. Sobbing again.

I do not know why she cares so much and let's people hurt her.

You are mine and everyone who hurts you will pay.

"Hush my darling." I say soothing her.

I lead her to my room making her sit on the sofa and sit on the floor.

I intended to use her weakness to make her loyal.

"Why are you sitting down Tom" she asks her brow furrowed.

"You are not looking up and I like seeing your face so I ever your humble servant at your feet." I joke.

She stands up and makes me sit on the sofa and takes the place I had previously occupied.

I smile internally.
So predictable you are dear Eliza.

She presses her cheek on my lap.
Her tears stop running after a while and the salt embedded on her skin. I run my fingers through her hair.

"Our bargain is over." She tells me suddenly looking up to see my face for a reaction.

I often wonder when I have nothing else to think about what really goes in her mind.