SWAN SONG; tom riddle

𝖝𝖎𝖛

        i think i'm suffocating.

        this heat is blistering and i think i'm dying.

         but how could i be dying when i'm already dead?

         i'm frightened, tom.

         i'm frightened and all i can think about is how much i fucking love you.

        when you killed me why didn't you destroy that too? did you want me to remember my mistakes, because loving you was a mistake. as fatal as romeo's blade in juliet's heart. as irreversible as the universes creation.

          i've been taunting you since my death when i was the jester this whole time. i was the fool whose pitiful existence was a source of comedy for those far too intelligent to make my mistakes.

         i hate you.

         but i love you so fucking much.

i'm burning and nobody's doing a damn thing.

help me.