Poison A Tom Marvolo Riddle Fanfiction completed
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Everything about him was poisonous, his looks, his power and, most of all, his magic.
And yet, she knew she would never want him to change, because, for her, he was perfect just the way he was, with this emotionless, dangerous, intoxicating way of doing magic.
If you had asked her whether this was a love story she would have told you that she knew he wasn't capable of loving and he knew she wasn't going to try and change him.
And yet, if you had asked her whether this was a love story she would have told you that the answer depends on what you expect.
She knew that he couldn't love,
she accepted that he didn't care,
but she would die to make him understand.
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