Life drained from her eyes just a fraction of a millisecond after the words had left the mouth of the assailant. Her face - no longer holding a lively expression, but a defenceless shell, a shell of nothingness.
The woman falls to the ground, with anything but grace, knowing the next breath she takes will be her last.
Her eyes don't have the time to take one last look; to savour the colours and imprint them in her last memory.
And she hates this, hates that the last thing she will ever see is the face of a killer - her killer.
Those eyes will haunt her forever.
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Romancedaffodil harbourshire has always wondered about the unknown. tom riddle wants to be the one who solves those mysteries. a muggle and a wizard. two completely different people, but maybe, just maybe, they can tie each other together. [ocXtomriddle...
