Ophelia [a.m]

𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋𝖋

  Why do I always let men hurt me?

  I know that's not what love is, it's not what it's supposed to be.

  Every relationship I find myself in, the affection always sways between adoration and abuse.

  Kisses replaced by punches and manipulation.

  I knew what Tom Riddle was doing.

  At first I went by in graceful ignorance. I was elated, struck that the boy who was untouchable took interest in me.

  Do people really find me so changeable? So gullible?

  I am in the House of Rowena Ravenclaw, I believe I should have some respect to my own name.

  I see things that go unnoticed.

  I could see into that boys heart.

  It was wretched.

  Greedy.

  Sordid.

  He wasn't human.

  Whatever innocence Tom had harbored, he'd severed his own wings off long ago.

  And if I were to be so bold, I had tricked the trickster.

  I've strung up the fox in its own scheme.

  My breath was sweet and I could spin a lie if need be, spewing my own web of falsehoods.

  Tom Riddle probably thought I was in love with him.

  It wasn't hard, he didn't know how to love. Or be loved. How would he know any different?

  It was easy.

  All I had to do was think of the morning star.

  Call it cruel of me, but I have no mercy in my heart for the creature inside of him.

  It shattered when I first saw the glimpse of what he does to you.

  He'd tore apart your youth.

  He'd beat you down, I could see it in your eyes.

  You were so lost nowadays.

  Why do you think I always forgave you?

  All the resentment you'd show me. The way you played your hand.

  I forgave you for it because I knew you were scared.

  Though lately I've been finding it hard to even look at you.

  You're becoming reckless with yourself.

  Your life is not yours, darling.

  You're not the one who will be hurting afterwards.

  We hadn't spoken since the courtyard.

  Part of me wondered if we ever would again.

  You were avoiding me now.

  That wasn't new, I was used to you making me into a ghost.

  But ghosts haunt people, and I knew I was on your mind.

  The image of me would follow you wherever you go. Whispering sweet nothings, making you change your mind.

  I had a power over you.

  I swear to the stars I won't abuse it.

  I only have one command.

  Be kind to yourself, Abraxas.