The Downfall

To say he was beautiful was an understatement. He was absolutely gorgeous, the way his dark brown hair framed his face, the way his brown eyes melted into mine. I was completely and utterly in love with him. Tom Riddle, now that was his name. Some say it was Stockholm syndrome that made me love him, others say I was like the rest of the girls and got lucky. Because how could a girl like me possibly fall in love with the devil? Was I really kidnapped by Tom Riddle? No. And did I always like him? No. I believe we were bound to fall in love. It was our destiny.

But did any of us walk out alive?