Ophelia [a.m]

𝖔𝖍 𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

  Holiday season always brought on the false glimmer of joy to the castles walls.

  It was as if people forgot the war.

  All the death.

  My sister was dead and now I have to hear carols.

  Stop this torment, please.

  I cannot shoulder this burden any longer.

  Just talk to me, please.

  Whisper your greetings to me as if I'm a criminal conversation.

  I kept Tom's bed warm, the heat leaking from my every pore and leaving me cold well into the night.

  We didn't talk. There was nothing ever to talk about. He wasn't like that.

  Tom Riddle was a black hole.

  The gravity of pain was too weighty for him.

  His heart collapsed in on itself.

  A massive pit of never ending darkness that sucked the bones dry.

  Crushing.

  Stretching.

  Taking a single second and warping it into an infinity.

  At any glimpse of light he'd rip it apart until it no longer existed.

  I fear for the world when he becomes a supernova.

  I'm so lonely.

  Not even my novels are a reputable companion now.
 
  I sit alone in my tower, an eagle looking for the break of dawn.

  It never came.

  It never did.

  God rest ye merry gentleman let nothing you dismay.

  The choirs voice slid up along the walls and through the floors, it's voice clawing at my robes and trying to get in.

  I felt like choking on lilies as I looked at you.

  Smiling as that Lestrange boy made you laugh.

  He was good for you, I love him for that.

  To save us all from Satan's pow'r when we were gone astray.

  My lips nearly curled.

  God lost his throne an era ago when he decided to create monsters.

  I think he mistook them for Man.

  Besides, why would I want a place beyond those pearly gates when I knew you wouldn't be there.

  I know you're tainted.

  The sin clung to your skin like honey.

  No wonder you were beautiful.

  If you were to plummet down I'd fall through the cracks with you.

  Hell is just heaven for bad people.

  Your gaze caught mine and you ignored me.

  Later that night I became the violence in the torrential blizzard that made the castle tremble.

  If only you knew.

  All those times you looked upon me as if I was holy and pure.

  Do not let your heart deceive you, Abraxas.

  Ruin clung to my skin like the silver droplets of morning dew.

  If only you knew.

  I dipped into the deep waters of the prefect's bath, the bubbles coming up like sea foam, trying to dissolve me.

  Perhaps I'd let it.

  If only you knew.

  I'm not a kind person. Smiles didn't compute holiness. Compliments didn't equate to being pure.

  My heart might be rotting.

  Every time I look at you it stings sharp with each beat of the artery.

  I don't want it anymore.

  Why couldn't you have ripped it out sooner?

  If only you knew.

  His hands slid up behind me, searing into my skin and it felt like acid.

  Tighter and closer.

  The snake was coiling.

  He was choking me.

  I found it exciting.

  If only you knew.

  Tom Riddle was suffocating me but I knew you'd be the one to kill me.

  My dear Hamlet, you were always the cause.

  You were always my end.

  Always my madness.

  If only you knew.

  Perhaps you think I hate you.

  I stopped saying hello.

  Did you ever keep the flower I gave you?

  I hope not.

  Let it wilt with the dying sun.

  You're thinking too much, he spoke softly into my neck.

  Distract me, then.

  That's all he was, a distraction.

  Ravenclaw's do enjoy their riddles.