Post by Fate on Oct 11, 2011 13:02:40 GMT -8
Title: I Should Hate You
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 335
Warnings: Sexually suggestive.
Summary: Ginny writes one last letter to Tom...
Dear Tom,
I don't know why I'm writing you this. I should be really angry with you. You deceived me, you betrayed my trust, you invaded my body and soul, you made me do horrible deeds, you tried to murder me and the very person whom I have confided so much about to you.
I should hate you Tom, but I can't.
I miss you Tom.
I've cried every night since you left me.
I still remember that night you came to me Tom. Your lips on mine brought joy I never thought I would experience and when you held me in your arms I felt that I was exactly where I was meant to be.
You promised me that you loved me, Tom. You promised me we'd be together forever, Tom. You promise that you would be everything to me, Tom.
I should hate you Tom, but I can't.
This letter is supposed to be a farewell, a way to cleanse you from my soul, but I know you were telling me the truth the night you came to me and whispered in my ear that you would always be a part of me now.
Sometimes I'll lay awake at night, my fingers ghosting the path yours once took along my body, wishing and aching to feel you again. But I know I never will and I wonder if it would have been better to be left down in the Chamber.
I should hate you Tom, but I can't.
I love you.
Ginny Weasley watched the parchment smoke and curl as the flames licked over it turning her words into nothing but white ash. She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her jumper and took a handful of dirt to throw over the smoldering letter. She buried it in the apple orchard, patting down the earth tightly as if she was afraid someone could come and discover her secret in the ashes.
The secret that she was in love with Tom Riddle.
Awarded 10 points, by Zoe, on 10/12/11
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 335
Warnings: Sexually suggestive.
Summary: Ginny writes one last letter to Tom...
Dear Tom,
I don't know why I'm writing you this. I should be really angry with you. You deceived me, you betrayed my trust, you invaded my body and soul, you made me do horrible deeds, you tried to murder me and the very person whom I have confided so much about to you.
I should hate you Tom, but I can't.
I miss you Tom.
I've cried every night since you left me.
I still remember that night you came to me Tom. Your lips on mine brought joy I never thought I would experience and when you held me in your arms I felt that I was exactly where I was meant to be.
You promised me that you loved me, Tom. You promised me we'd be together forever, Tom. You promise that you would be everything to me, Tom.
I should hate you Tom, but I can't.
This letter is supposed to be a farewell, a way to cleanse you from my soul, but I know you were telling me the truth the night you came to me and whispered in my ear that you would always be a part of me now.
Sometimes I'll lay awake at night, my fingers ghosting the path yours once took along my body, wishing and aching to feel you again. But I know I never will and I wonder if it would have been better to be left down in the Chamber.
I should hate you Tom, but I can't.
I love you.
Ginny Weasley watched the parchment smoke and curl as the flames licked over it turning her words into nothing but white ash. She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her jumper and took a handful of dirt to throw over the smoldering letter. She buried it in the apple orchard, patting down the earth tightly as if she was afraid someone could come and discover her secret in the ashes.
The secret that she was in love with Tom Riddle.
Awarded 10 points, by Zoe, on 10/12/11