chapter eighty one.

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It was a terrible thing I did.

I walk like my limbs don’t really belong to me and each step is a negotiation rather than an order. Everything hurts now. Every damn thing, I have never been stabbed this deeply before. Walburga doesn't have much experience in killing another person so when I closed my eyes and stopped breathing she soon fled.

Now I'm sitting behind a tree, covering my gushing wound with my hand that was already covered in blood.

I will die and I want to, because I'm to blame for everything. Even if I for years told myself I wasn't I was and nowm by debt is paid and here I am for the second time dying alone.

"What a beautiful way to die, in time of destruction."

Tom Marvolo Riddles heart called for her name and when no answer came his lips parted, arms hung by his side as eyes opened to the sky and for him the world ended in nothing more than destruction.

Where it all ends.

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