(DISCLAIMER. THIS WHOLE CHAPTER WILL BE IN TOMS PERSPECTIVE AND ILL BE SO HONEST IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE DUE TO LOTS AND LOTS OF TEARS I HAVE SHED AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT ITS IN HIS PERSPECTIVE BECAUSE I THINK HE COULD TELL THIS PART BEST AMD EVEN THOUGH WE COULD BE MISSING A LOT OF ISABELLES FEELINGS ON THIS WHOLE THING DUE TO IT BEING HIS PERSPECTIVE, ITS BETTER TO BE TOLD FROM TOMS PERSPECTIVE WITH TOMS EMOTIONS AS THATS WHAT WILL BE EXPRESSED THE MOST IN THIS SITUATION ALSO THIS CHAPTER IS PROBABLY THE LONGEST CHAPTER IVE EVER WROTE AND PLS LEAVE FEEDBACK BECAUSE I WAS NERVOUS TO POST THIS)
Tom's Pov
It's been exactly 3 weeks and 6 days since the fight with Isabelle and honestly it hasn't gotten any easier. Everytime i see her it hurts especially when she avoids eye contact. I hate this feeling I shouldn't feel this way. I'm not supposed to feel anything and the fact i feel this way about her its indescribable. It is honestly killing me on the inside everytime i see her smile at something someone else says knowing i should be in that place, I should be the one making her laugh and experiencing that gorgeous smile of hers, I should be the one walking her to class and spending all my time with her. Its not right, And what's even worse is i can't tell if she's actually okay or not and the thought that she can be so okay without me hurts. I want her. but i can't. I have priorities. I NEED my future to go as planned. I cant let anyone get in the way of that. Its too much to give up. I have worked so hard to fulfill the power within and i cannot let her distract me from that. Do you know how hard it is growing up, being shunned for being different, a different that was unexplainable, being treated as an outcast, bullied my whole childhood, just because i was different? No no, it couldn't have been because i was different i mean everyone is different, not only was i different, but I was powerful. and they all knew it, that's why they made my childhood torturous, Because they were scared, felt as if they could belittle me i wouldn't be so powerful in their eyes, but in reality, all that did, was fuel the fire inside of me. The fire waiting to unleash pain and suffering on everyone whos ever attempted to be better than me. They STARTED my distaste for this world. They shown me how cruel they could be. How cruel fear could make you. Its a pity they let fear control them. But now, no now is different. They WILL feel how I felt. Everyone will. I promise you that. Everyone. Everyone except her. I know that could be my downfall alone. But I cant stand the thought of her having to feel the way i felt, to go through what i went through, especially inflicted by me, i cant allow myself to hurt her no matter how much i would want to. which is why i need her as far away from me as possible. She loves me and I... I cant love her. My whole life has been spent with only few emotions. Anger, vengeance, and pain. Never once have I ever felt happiness until I met her. Not once have I ever felt loved by anyone, not even myself, until I met her, Until I met her all i could see was blood. Not mine, but others. Until I met her, every part of my life was filled with this undying pain inside and the urge to inflict that pain on everyone else around me, but her? I couldn't. Im incapable of pushing that pain to her. She's changing me. and I can not let that happen. I have spent my whole life, every part, cringing myself to where i'm at, and if i let my walls down for her, that will all just be gone. at that moment it was decided. Isabelle Malia Celeste was to be out of his life forever.
3 months later, June 13, 1942 Toms pov
It's been exactly 3 months since the day Tom has decided to ignore Isabelle. He has avoided her at all costs sitting next to different people in lessons always staying back and being the last to leave so he doesnt run into her or showing up super early, he'd always be the first to breakfast and leave before others came he would skip lunch and sit at the very end of the table during the feast to avoid confrontation. Everytime he felt her staring he would keep his head buried in the empty pages of his diary. Even without talking to her he could tell it hurt her, it hurt him too but he was a little better at hiding it than she was. He didn't know her direct opinion on the whole situation but he could tell she was hurt, at least for the first two months. One day she stopped showing emotion completely. she was just blank. This time it was his turn to stare at her he took in the mere changed to her appearance. Her skin had become ever so slightly pale, and her under her eyes, purple as if she hadn't been sleeping. He would see her at meals too but she only ever really ate little bits. He didn't know what caused her change in demeanor but it couldn't have been him as she wasn't like this before. Even though it hurt to see her like that he couldn't necessarily just go up and ask her. but tonight, no tonight he couldn't be thinking about her right now. Tonight's the night he begins his true journey on his road to success, to power, Tonight's the night he becomes forever. Tonight, Tom riddle will split his soul, something he should have done a long time ago, and he will make his first ever horcrux and continue on the path he was destined to take. He waited until midnight, when he new the corridors and common room would be clear, (or so he thought) he made his way discreetly out of his dor into the common room heading straight for the portrait, but in his rush to not be seen he didn't notice the one girl he's been avoiding sitting in the corner of the room watching him intently. He made his way out of the portrait all the way to the chamber of secrets. as he entered he wasted no time summoning serpentina. She came immediately and upon greeting, bowed her head to tom. Tom didn't acknowledge the greeting as he was too caught up in his own thoughts. After a few seconds a hissing noise came from toms mouth otherwise known as him communication with serpentina through parseltongue. He ordered her to kill. not just kill anyone. But to kill the whiney mudblood also known as moaning myrtle. serpentina looked hesitant but after looking into his eyes she saw pure darkness and she knew she had no choice but to comply. With a bow of her head she slithered up the pipes to the bathroom tom knew myrtle was in as he took a week to study her schedule and she almost always spent this time of night crying in self pity which if he's being completely honest he found pathetic. Looking over the chamber his eyes fell upon the bed him and Isabelle had fallen asleep in that one night and for a split second, his eyes softened at the thought before returning to its previous empty look. He turned around sharply making his way to the exit of the chambers. As hr made his way to the bathroom he heard quiet sobs and he immediately smirked wickedly. He entered the girls lavatory silently watching with the same smirk as he saw myrtle on the floor with her knees to her chest letting out whiney sobs. Her head snapped to the direction of the noise of the door opening and her faced immediately paled. Tom gave her a sweet smile as hissing could be heard from within the walls. Myrtles head looked in all directions trying to find where this hissing was coming from with no avail. As tom studied the girl in front of him Isabelle quickly crossed his mind but he pushed that thought to the back of his head. Myrtle took a deep breath going to question Tom but as soon as she opened her mouth she was met with the bright yellow eyes of the old basilisk. Silence. that's all that could be heard after the thud of myrtles body laying slump on the floor. Toms smirk reappeared as he watched her lifeless body. he watched as all the color slowly drained from her face and how her eyes became dull, empty, most of all, lifeless. He didn't even notice serpentina slithering away back into the chambers. After about 10 minutes of him just watching the victim of the murder he had just committed he made his way back to the chamber to begin the next part of his plan. he was met with a sleeping serpentina in the chambers that felt more cold and empty then usual or that could've just been the slight ping in his chest he felt as isabelle once again crossed his mind but he'd never admit that. He stared at his diary that laid blankly on the floor in front of him. He kneeled down opening the diary preparing himself for the thing he was about to commit himself to. He looked from the diary to his wand before taking a deep breath looking over to the bed him and isabelle had previously shared. He shook his head trying to stop thinking about her. He closed his eyes letting his intentions repeat in his head as he brought his wand to his chest. he didn't need to say a specific spell, he only needed to think about what he was trying to accomplish and what horrible evil he had did to make it happen. and then he felt a small sting in his chest but he didn't let himself get distracted. He kept going and the sting soon felt like someone was slicing open his chest with hundreds of the sharpest knives and cutting a whole inside of him. He let out a noise of pain still pushing himself as his chest started glowing yellow. He felt exhausted but pried his eyes opens trying to point his wand to the diary but struggling to do so before he was reminded why he was doing this and he used the last bit of strength he had to pull his wand from his chest and point it to the diary. Then His whole chest and the diary both shined a blinding yellow before he let out a loud noise of agony and then it became dark and diary closed. He felt gutted. He fell forward leaning his head against the floor with his arms on either side. his hair was messy and he was sweating a lot but he was extremely tired and in so much pain he couldn't even move. not even a bit without feeling like he's been crucio'd for hours straight. so as he gave up on attempting to get up. he let himself fall on his side staring blankly at the wall. He didn't feel okay. he felt inhumane and although that being what he originally intended, he couldn't help but wonder if he made the wrong decision. with the last bit of strength he had he muttered a cleaning spell to clean himself up a bit and passed out with isabelle on his mind, and his diary by his head.
Sunday, June 14th 1942, Toms Pov
Tom stirred groaning at the pain from the previous day as he hesitantly opened his eyes. he saw he was still in the chamber and the memories came flooding back. He gave himself a weak smile as he pushed himself up into a sitting position hissing in pain at the sudden movement. He took a deep breath searching for his wand, summoning a pain potion, he knew it wouldn't take away the pain completely but it would help. he chugged the whole ption in once sip, grimacing at the bitter taste before letting out a breath of relief at the pain slowly fading. he carefully stood up being thankful for the potion. he looked at his diary laying on the floor and he felt a ping of achievement in his heart. He picked it up discreetly shoving it into his robes before looking around and deciding to make his way back to him dorm before someone notices he's gone. he hurries out of the chamber noticing myrtles body is still there and extremely pale, he smirks before making sure the coast is clear and hurrying to the dungeons. He entered his common room rushing straight to his dorm going to his bed closing the curtains and casting a silencing spell. He had hoped to get more rest seeing as its the weekend and there are no lessons but before he got the chance to he noticed a piece of paper laying gently on his pillow. He picked it up looking around making sure it wasn't a sick prank before allowing himself to read it.
Isabelle's note to Tom
To my dearest Thomas,
If you're reading this then it's most likely for the best. You may not believe me but listen. I don't know if there's even any more time left but I do know that you've been avoiding me, and I think I understand why, at first it hurt, no scratch that, it still hurts, more then ever, not just because I can't bare to lose you but because it's physically hurts. I've waited long enough to tell you. I don't want to get in your way that's why I didn't tell you earlier because I wasn't sure if it'd make much of a difference but now I know either way you should know. As you know, whether you believe it or not we are soulmates. That's for sure. I knew that. But what I didn't know is that our souls.. our souls are connected Tom. I learned that about a month ago. I was so hurt after you started avoiding me, I really was. But without you I felt like something was wrong and at first I thought it was just pain from being ignored until I realized it was physically draining me. And I couldn't take it. I went into the restricted section in the library. Everyday. Until I found what I was looking for. There was this book that explained it all. The soul connection between two heirs. We are not only soulmates but the day we met is the day our souls united. Our souls have always been half. Searching to be complete. When I met you. I'll be honest I was not the biggest fan. But I grew to be extremely fond of you in a way that I couldn't explain. I denied it at first but I soon realized I was IN love with you. I didn't know how to feel especially because I didn't know how you'd feel. But after reading this book and after the dream I had which I know your unaware of but it's all making sense. Why I've felt so broken since you've been avoiding me. The more you avoid me the more our soul connection breaks. And if it breaks completely well, that won't really end in the best way for me or in other words I'm dead as fuck. I felt it chipping away more and more as of recent which only makes me believe I'm losing you quicker. I know I can't change you that's why I have waited so long to tell you. I saw you last night leaving. And even though I'm not aware for what, I doubt it's anything good and with that I know our soul connection is coming to an end. I love you Tom. I really do. But neither of us can prevent this and honestly, I don't think it should be prevented. Whatever is to come in the future. Is meant to be. And we can't stop that. All I know is that I am not apart of that future. I guess there's not much more to say I just wanted to let you know the truth before I was incapable of doing so, do with this knowledge as you please. And also please never forget. You were loved by someone once Tom. And that someone was me. and at least we know my love for you will be forever as I will die while loving you. I don't want to die. But I know that's how it's supposed to be. I would be foolish to hope otherwise. I hope you choose the right path Tom. Even though unlikely. I wish you the best in everything and hope that one day our souls could reconnect.
Love, 'your little Lia'
Toms pov
Tom read tho note twice to make sure he was reading correctly. His breath hitched and he felt time stop. he couldn't think straight, he couldn't even breathe. He looked down at the letter once more the thought of isabelle crossing his mind and he dropped it. He dropped the letter back on his bed and ran. Ran as fast as he could, He didn't know where exactly he was running but he was trying to find her, to fix it before it was to late, to fix her soul, but i guess he didn't realize it had been too late for that already. He didn't know where his legs were taking him as the only thought in his mind was isabelle, He had to find her. But for some reason, its as if he knew exactly where she was, as if he was drawn to her. He felt as if outside of hogwarts was where he should be and so that is where he went. He pushed open the grand doors with all his might ignoring the pain that was still evident from yesterday and there she was, sitting down not facing him. As he saw her he could feel himself sigh in relief but as he made his way over to her he could tell something wasn't right. His chest felt heavy as he approached but before he could reach he she stood up, extremely slowly might i add. "Isabelle?" he whispered calling out to her. He could her her let out a shaky breath before slowly turning around. But as their eyes met that's when he felt her soul break fully. The simple eye contact from him was enough. she gave a weak smile that didn't meet her eyes and started falling to the ground it felt as if his world was stopping. As soon as he saw the state of her. She was pale. Extremely pale. And extremely thin as if she hasn't eaten in weeks. Her eyes were sunken in and purple underneath. There was no spark of life in her eyes even when she was alive. And her eyes had become dull from there usual bright green to an empty grey. He did that. He destroyed what was known of Isabelle malia Celeste. She wasn't his little Lia. No his Lia was gone. Dead a long time ago. It just took her longer to die physically then it did mentally. And as he saw her falling, he felt his own soul break more then when he had split it, he felt it break in half and he felt that half dissolve into nothing. He held his breath as he rushed over to her catching her body before hitting the floor. He felt his arms weaken at the sight of her limp body in his arms. He couldn't hold back the broken sob escaping his throat. He was on the floor. Holding the only person to ever make him feel anything other than anger and pain. There she was laying emotionless, empty, in his arms. He couldn't help himself. He whispered her name hoping for an answer. He felt his heart race quicken as he brought one of his hands to her cheek ignoring the coldness of her body gently caressing her cheek. As she didn't answer he felt himself calling to her again over and over again each time his voice shaking more as the realization hit him that she's not going to respond. She's not going to sit up with a smile and call him thomas even though he didn't like it. But the more he called for her the more he knew that won't happen. Ever again. But it couldn't stop him from still calling to her. Calling to the girl he couldn't bare to lose. Calling to the girl who made him realize he was possible of emotions. Calling to the girl who he loved. Yes that's right. Even if it's the worse possible time for him to realize it. He loved Isabelle. He was in love with her. And he said it. Hoping by some miracle that hearing him say it will wake her up somehow fix the girl HE had broken and so with a shaky breath and unnoticed tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, he held her forehead to his whispering "I love you. Please Isabelle wake the fuck up i love you damn it. PLEASE." He ignored every one who was started to surround them. Ignoring the gasps and even some cries some could swear were from her best friends. In that moment all he could focus on was the broken girl in his arms. He closed his mouth waiting for her to respond waiting for a sign that she will be okay and that she'll sit up and tell him she loves him too but that never came. And with that the tears fell down his cheeks at a face pace he picked his head from hers closing his eyes unable to look at the state of the fragile girl anymore. He felt his tears dropping from his face slowly falling into the shirt of the girl he loved so much more then he'd ever be able to admit. He called her name again this time louder more broken but still no response. That's when he felt a warm touch around him. As if someone was hugging him. Usually he'd kill whoever dared to touch him especially at this moment but this time it felt different... it felt warm, familiar, something he enjoyed, that's when he looked down and even though it might seem crazy, he could've sworn he saw Isabelle right there. Looking right at him, her also crying, he was still crying but his screams came to an end and then it was gone. She was gone. The warm embrace of her arms and the sad look on her face. She was gone. Fully. For good. No matter how hard he tried the tears would not stop. She was gone. And so was a part of him. The only part of him that could ever feel love. He pulled her body close. Extremely close. But the tears stopped. And he looked at the floor in front of them. Blank. And that's when it happened. He felt the weight in his arms becoming lighter and his head immediately snapped to the girl in his arms. And what he saw could've killed him enough. Her skin started looking translucent and then she just kept fading until she was gone. No trace of her in sight. And the worse part was. He smiled. His eyes flashed red and he smiled wickedly. He couldn't focus on the girl he loved disappearing. Because he knew he caused it. He is the reason she was gone. And for that. They will pay. They will all pay. Including himself. They all had to pay at the loss of his girl. Even if it was his own fault.
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A/N:NO IT CANT BE THE END. ITS SO HARD TO LET GO. I LOVE THIS BOOK EVEN IF IT ISNT THE BEST IVE WORKED ON IT FOR SO LONG THATS WHY IVE BEEN PUTTING OFF THIS CHAPTER FOR SO LONG USING THE EXCUSE THAT I STILL NEED TO WORK ON SOME NOTES ORRRR CHARACTERS THOUGHTS. BUT ITS TIME. I HAVE STAYED UP UNTIL 4 AM WRITING THIS SINCE 10:36PM JUST SO YOU GUYS COULD GET YOUR CHAPTER. THIS CHAPTER BROKE MY HEART AND I TOOK A LOT OF CRYING BREAKS BUT I JUST CAN NOT LET GO. (keep an eye out for an epilogue as i might just make room for 1 more chapter following up on this) OKAY BUT IN ALL HONESTY I THINK THIS MIGHT BE THE LONGEST CHAPTER I HAVE EVER WROTE. 4188 WORDS AND THATS WITHOUT BOTH OF THE NOTES. okay now im just rambling to keep the conversation going. PLEASE LEAVE HONEST OPINIONS ON HOW YOU FELT ABOUT THIS STORY AND FOR ANYONE READING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED I WORKED EXTREMELY HARD EVEN IF NOT THE BEST ITS STILL MY FIRST EVER ACTUALY BOOK IVE EVER WRITTEN AND COMMITED TO. ANYWAYS OK IM DONE I REALLY LOVE YOU ALL SOOOO MUCH AND HOPE YOU HAVE GREAT LIVES AND WITH THAT ITS TIME FOR THE END GOODBYE MY LOVELIES:)