"Maybe- forever was a word meant for memories and not people"
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Soulmates are people who look at each other in a million ways, in endless realities but still end up longing for each other.
She had quickly become his ABERRATION and it seemed so natural yet so alarming. Tom Riddle was never meant to love but she had been able to make him feel something. Fate had a cruel plan to tare away the one thing that would stop him from going insane, she was the one thing that was stopping him from becoming unhinged. He was terrified on what he would do just for her.
He hated her for making him weak but at the same time he couldn't help but want every part of her for himself.
He vowed that she would be his and only his.
Tom had always been alone. No one bothered to care about him. He had not felt the warm touch of another and he believed it strengthened him. However, whenever her warm hands brushed against his bare skin, Tom wanted nothing more than to keep her all to himself.
He was possessive.
Although he wanted everyone to fear his name and implement terror within the muggle and wizarding world, he couldn't stop thinking about the confident and ambitious Ravenclaw that challenged him in many different ways. Tom Riddle had never been so confused with his emotions... until now. The fact that he felt something when it came to her made him writhe in discomfort.
The most disgusting thing was that he didn't know if he loved it or loathed it.
In the midst of darkness she would grab his hand and pull him out. She was like a star in his dark void and he couldn't help but embrace the warm light.
She was his.
His ESTELLE.