I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out.
I never imagined that instead, he would push the...
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I'm his Horcrux, I'm his Horcrux, I'm his Horcrux, I'm—
He is my Horcrux.
My thoughts were an incomprehensible mess. My every small mistake, like streams of water, built up and eventually converged into an ocean of failure. And I was drowning in it.
One thing I knew for sure, as I lay engulfed in the arms of the person I was supposed to kill, was that I had messed up and there was no point of return. I had ruined everything. I hated the warmth that seeped through his hands, the way his palm rested on the back of my head like a gentle lover's touch. My chest clenched achingly and the air became scarce in my lungs as I regained my senses.
I pulled away swiftly when I fully registered his words, the realization dawning on me like a heavy hammer striking my head.
As long as I survived, so would Riddle. And I had planned on living for a long time. I had been promised immortality by the remaining Megistani. I had been promised the cure for my little sister. But those promises would not be fulfilled since I inevitably failed my task.
"You did this." I gritted through my teeth as I rose to my feet, ignoring the dizziness that overcame my senses, and attempted to refocus on Tom, still down on the ground as I stared down at him, like a king to a beggar.
It was strange. Seeing him before me, on his knees as if he was merely a man, praying before the gods, pretending as if the heart he carried within was ripe and not bleeding from the rotten wounds. I could only gaze down at his face— an inhumanly beautiful face that seemed sculpted by the very gods he worshipped on the blood-soaked ground of the dusky chamber.
Yet despite being below me and looking up at me as if I was a deity to be worshipped, he had taken the reins of my life and moved it off its axis.
"You have ruined everything. You have ruined my life! My sister's life!" I seethed, panic overlapping my senses as I began to pull at my hair frantically. Suddenly, the air in the chamber was not enough, and I felt as if I were suffocating from the lack of oxygen. I had to turn away from the sight of him, knowing my heart would succumb to its deepest desires if I stared at him for long enough to forget his monstrosities.
"Your sister?"
Pause.
No.
No. I had revealed too much. I had to get away. I had to get out of this damned chamber before I could dig myself into a deeper hole.
But it was as if Tom could read my thoughts. Before I could act on my thoughts, Tom rose to his feet, hands rushing to grasp my arms. "What are you talking about? What sister?" He questioned, tone strained. His eyes searched my face frantically, so desperate for an answer, so desperate to finally solve the puzzle that was me.
