enigmatic |t.r.|

5.

a couple days passed and she avoided oscar on purpose.

she remembered the way he smiled into their kiss and how gently he touched her cheek.

it's a date then.

he whispered and she wanted to scream but she found herself nodding and she knew

she fucking knew

that she was one step closer to have her heart broken or break his.

and she didn't have any moral issues in particular with broken hearts,

actually, it's safe to assume she didn't have any moral issues at all,

she just hated the mess and glass

because she was certain hearts were made out of glass

and when they break the pieces stay inside your chest and they cut you open from the inside.

the more they cut you, the easier you let people in because you want someone to fill in the gaps

and the easier is for your heart to break again.

a never ending circle.

a hell with no end.

if she had to carry her broken heart for an eternity then she didn't want this eternity, just a day and a whole heart and she would be fine.

but there's one thing she didn't know.

tom riddle didn't like whole hearts.

he played with them, had them at his mercy, kissed them even,

and then,

with a simple move of his wand or his hand or his lips,

he would break them in pieces and make you spit the glass out.