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Tom Riddle sat as his desk in his Manor. Slowly he rubs his face with his hands. His thoughts are filled with one person.
You.
He still can't believe that you are dead. That he is the reason that you are gone from the earth. That his hunt of power only ended in the greatest loss of all.
There is not a day that he is not thinking of you. You fill the Dark Lords thoughts constantly. All these years have passed but he still remembers you forever till he dies. He misses you more than any one in the world. In all of his power he still can't understand that he could not bring you back to him.
Tom looks and touches the empty space on his left hand. If only he think.
If only.
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