"𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥;
ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕥. "
- Micheal R. Burch
When Faith Silvers befriends Tom Riddle, she discovers a side of him that his intimidating facade masks, and desp...
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Tom had been awoken the next morning to an excited Faith, dragging him outside and to the woods on the edge of the Silvers' property.
The dinner the night before had been pretty uneventful; Tom still hadn't met Faith's father as he had been too busy working, and the table had been mostly silent, other than the few conversations between himself, Mrs Silvers and Axel. Faith had stayed quiet all dinner.
"Hurry up Tommy," Faith grinned as she led Tom deeper into the green. She was wearing some brown hiking trousers, a thick green jumper and boots. Her golden hair was gathered into a ponytail, a few strands falling out of place as she walked.
"You better not get us lost, Silvers," Tom replied flatly, following behind Faith as he dodged stray branches.
"Don't worry, I know where I'm going. This place is just about the only thing I like about this stupid house," Faith smiled.
Faith took him to a clearing in the forest, where a small river ran through the middle. Though the December air was chilly, the sunlight streamed through the green leaves, making the waters sparkle. Tom knew this wasn't an enchanted forest, but it undeniably looked magical.
Faith didn't say much, she just sat on the mossy river bank, as Tom sat himself down on an ornately carved wooden bench and took out his book.
Tom could tell that Faith was being distant with him. She had been since they set foot in this house, but today there was a flicker of something in her eyes when she looked at him, even when she smiled at him. Something Tom didn't quite recognise.
Doubt, perhaps?
"Faith." Tom's voice made Faith spin around to look at him. She had been sat cross legged on the bank of the river, watching the rippling waters intently, as if it were some interesting book.
"Yes Tom?" Faith smiled slightly as she approached Tom, sitting next to him on the bench as he put down his book and looked Faith in the eyes.
Those sapphire eyes.
Tom searched them for a moment, capturing their image, mentally storing it in his mind for safekeeping, as if they were precious stones. Though, now they were out of that house, her eyes seemed more vibrant, there it was again.
That flicker.
"Why have you been so distant with me lately?" Tom asked, his brows furrowed.
Faith looked slightly surprised, before turning her head away from Tom and looking back at the scenic river.
"I only ask, because it seems uncharacteristic of you." Tom continued. And, he thought, I'm worried. What he was worried about, he couldn't quite put his finger on. Whether it was the fact he could be losing Faith's valuable trust, or the fact that Tom could possibly lose her, her kisses, her smile, that unnerved him the most, Tom couldn't be sure.
