[HP]You're my cake

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Harry had been thinking about it all day on Christmas Eve

Why did Riddle suddenly turn his back on him?There is no doubt that the only question he asked aroused negative emotions in the other party

Why does Riddle hate it when I ask him this?

don't know, don't understand, don't understand

but---------

What should I do?

He traced the outline of the sedative with his fingers

"Just treat that day as his birthday." Harry said to the air, "Birthdays must have cake."

Where did the cake come from?From Tom's attitude it is absolutely impossible for him to pay for such an item for himself

He does it for him?Impossible, first, no materials, second, no utensils, third, no technology

Then---------he had an idea in his mind

There really isn't much difference between day and night, Harry thought as he put out the fire.

It's all the same quiet, like nothing exists, never existed

------ No, it's different

At night, there will be one more person's breathing, heartbeat, flipping through documents, the sound of knives and forks ringing, the sound of being laughed at stupidly, the sound of the door lock turning and the door lock opening

He also responds to those voices, actively seeks out those voices

Although it is plain, there is indeed a happy existence, a real existence

Rather, this is what he has been longing for all along.

Harry felt a little heavy in his heart, but he hoped that Tom could return to this basement. Even though he had just experienced a dispute last night, he still hoped to see him tonight

Serve a turkey half on the table, a salad on the table, and two pasta dishes on the table

Knife, fork and plate, two chairs facing each other, laying out silently in the dim light

Harry sits behind the door waiting for another main character in the basement tonight

Images flashed before his eyes

It was spent with the waiting person, not romantic at all, painted with shadows of all kinds of absurd dramas that make people laugh and cry

Violent opening, menacing continuation, peaceful development, one week

But yesterday was all screwed up by myself

He keeps screwing up all the things that could have been better

Like with Hermione, he steals other people's time to survive, but he can't make himself any wiser, and can make the girl feel relieved that he is now happy.

He already regarded Riddle as his friend, what about Riddle?should not

Will Riddle be back tonight?

Harry listened to the sound of water drops incessantly

Curl yourself up hoping to get warm to drive away the cold

I don't know how long

There was the sound of the door lock being opened

Harry looked up, waiting for someone to open the door and enter

Tom still had the anger from last night in his heart. After he raped his collaborator outside, he walked on the snowy night street

Christmas is the second most hated day after his own birthday. This kind of family reunion is not suitable for people like him. He has no family, no friends, and no one he can trust.

That little mouse, that nasty little mouse

Thinking of Harry, Tom can't stop remembering more

A disastrous encounter, a disastrous relationship, and a disastrous understanding of each other?

No, that's enough --------

He knows what he needs, so there is no need to spend more energy on unnecessary friendly exchanges

Tom almost hated to replay the disasters that happened since the boy arrived in his mind frame by frame.

think back think back

Gradually calmed down and had to admit

In that basement where there was only the sound of dripping water, within a short week

There is a strange behavior that I have never met or expected in the past 28 years

Two sets of tableware that fit the number of people in the room are gently placed on a small dining table

Without any utilitarian conditions, send him a natural invitation, an invitation to share a meal

Not because he is an orphan that no one cares about, or because he is a high-ranking person with his feet on the ground

Just a boy sending an invitation to the man he lives with, to the man himself

It was one of the few moments when a man recalled "what he was"

And the gesture that even he loathes, the boy accepts it normally

Tom is wearing a flat mask and looking straight into the distance of Liaochang Street, there is no end, and he doesn't know where to stop

He doesn't need to stop, he thought, he'll never stop

only---------

He is also a man with broad wings, it doesn't matter if he hangs an extra burden

Man packs cheap chocolates just delivered by roadside salesman employee into coat pocket and embarks on return journey

"Welcome back."

Harry spoke softly and clearly, watching Tom sweep the snow off his shoulders with a smile on his lips

"You came back late today, the turkey is cold, I'm going to reheat everything."

The boy continued to speak to the man in the same normal tone and voice as before

The latter looked at him and nodded

Tom took off his coat and sat on his accustomed side of the table, closing his eyes and resting

He heard the clinking of cutlery that should have been called noise, the boy's clumsy whimper, the sound of cooking utensils, and then he smelled the smell of food, the turkey, the wonderful handover of tomatoes, the man's The sound of footsteps echoed briskly in the room, overshadowing the usual monotonous sound of water drops

No one spoke during the meal, but the boy looked satisfied and peaceful, and the man remained expressionless as usual, but the depression in his heart was slowly healed

The man continues his work while the boy quietly reads a book not far from him

I don't know how late it was, the boy removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes with tiredness on his face. When he opened his eyes, he found a man standing in front of his sofa, handing him a piece of... chocolate?

Harry quickly sat up straight from the sofa, looked up and stared into Tom's eyes without blinking

"Don't waste the things sent on the street, dispose of them."

Harry continued to stare at Tom for quite some time, and finally he reached out to take the chocolate with both hands, he stopped further movement briefly after squeezing the chocolate, Tom had the illusion of trembling in his hand

Harry gently peeled off the wrapper and took a deep breath when the chocolate was revealed. He pressed his lips tightly together, staring at the sweet in his hand, and when he took a bite, savoring the tiny bite of chocolate in his mouth He didn't even notice the melting taste, and a bean-sized teardrop rolled down onto the floor he scrubbed clean.

The boy silently swallowed the sweetness in his mouth, then silently took a second bite, then a third

Harry lowered his head and said to Tom in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for the chocolate, Mr. Riddle."

------that's not a christmas gift

------Don't think of it as a Christmas gift

Tom wakes up from a strange dream

In the dream he disfigured himself into a flat snake face without a nose, he pushed open a door at the end of a long hallway filled with light, and there sat a boy with disheveled hair like a bird's nest and blue eyes like jewels, With his hands tied in shackles, he sat in the center of an overly spacious and overly bright room, sitting on the only object in the room---a delicate and gorgeous birdcage-like chair, and the light coming in from a wall of glass he's all hazy

The boy was being restrained, but he didn't make noise or cry, he didn't laugh or get angry, he just sat there quietly with his eyelids lowered. Under the backlight, he didn't even look like a living thing, just like a human being The ghost fixed by longing, does not move and does not change

Tom approached him slowly, then stretched out his hands and strangled the boy

He woke up and found himself lying on a strange bed

Pushing back the quilt and getting up, the window beside the bed let in the familiar sunlight. He walked down the stairs and walked through the empty corridor, a lifeless house. He pushed open the door and stepped barefoot into the courtyard in front of the door, feeling the sight I was chasing myself, looking back, the fence on the right used to be someone’s garden, there was a boy with disheveled hair like a bird’s nest, blue eyes like jewels, sitting on a swing in the garden, shaking and smiling Looking at him, Tom had momentary palpitations, he actually thought he liked that boy

He wanted to walk over, but only halfway, the boy fell from the swing like a puppet with a broken string, and never got up again.

Tom woke up in a dream, his eyes were dark, it was midnight

He felt an unusual coldness, and the quilt wrapped tightly around his body could not gather more warmth. There was the sound of knocking metal, and after his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could find that this was exactly where he lived in reality. Lifting the quilt, I heard a voice that was not unfamiliar asking: "Mr. Riddle? Are you awake?"

"...what happened..." His voice was hoarse when he just woke up from sleep

Harry responded to him from the dark side: "The heating isn't working, what can you do?"

"Turn on the light." Tom, who had to get out of bed, reached out and hooked the sweater he put on the chair beside him, with a snap, the familiar dim light made him squint his eyes

Harry's trembling figure in front of the heater came into his eyes, and the man strode towards him

After 15 minutes, Tom gave up the inspection and repair, and planned to make do with the whole night. Harry showed a disastrous expression, his face turned blue and pale

Tom snorted and squinted at Harry, "Then come to my bed tonight."

The pure little boy naturally has no dirty thoughts, his wide eyes are just unbelievable and surprised by this kind of kindness that doesn't fit Tom's personality.

So after Tom turned off the chandelier and let out an impatient "Huh?"

"Sleep in."

Harry was instantly captured by the soft touch of his hand, nodded happily in the dark, and soon after lying down, he could feel the body temperature of another person beside him, just like this, Harry felt that his whole body was about to fall apart in comfort up

Tom didn't expect that the body of this little mouse, which is so easily shivering from the cold, would be so warm. The back close to him seemed to be feeling the appropriate heat not far from the stove. dispersed

"Mr. Riddle, it's so warm."

"Go to sleep."

Tom drooped his eyelids, what dream had he just had?

forget……………

The author has something to say:

As for Lao Fu’s dreams, it has nothing to do with the plot, it’s better to say that those dreams are actually advertisements made by the shopkeeper ==

Well, it’s probably the advertisement for the next article == I originally planned to give Old Voga an extra layer of scary dreams, but considering the tone of this article, I’d better not do such an abrupt thing

【Selfishly code out the last layer of dreams ＾●】

["...Tom woke up in a dream, his eyes were dark, it was midnight

He felt an unusual coldness, and the quilt wrapped tightly around his body could not gather more warmth. There was the sound of knocking metal, and after his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could find that this was exactly where he lived in reality. Lifting the quilt, I heard a voice that was not unfamiliar asking: "Mr. Riddle? Are you awake?"

"...what happened..." His voice was hoarse when he just woke up from sleep

Harry responded to him from the dark side: "The heating isn't working, what can you do?"

"Turn on the light." Tom, who had to get out of bed, reached out and hooked the sweater he put on a chair..."]

(Continued from above)

After quickly putting on the warm clothes, he realized that something was wrong

There was an unusual dead silence in the entire basement, and even the breathing of the other person disappeared after listening attentively.

"boy…?"

"I can not do it."

The other party's voice sounded suddenly

Tom wanted to observe what happened on Harry's side, but found that the shadow that he had gradually adapted to had begun to grow deeper again.

"I can't, Mr. Riddle."

The voice coming from the deep darkness is hollow and cold, like the whisper of an unknown creature that no one hears from an extremely cold place

"what is going on--"

At this time, Tom seems to have heard something

a voice whose identity is hard to discern

"I turned on the light, Mr. Riddle, do you recognize me?"

"what?--"

"Mr. Riddle, what do you think I look like? Will you recognize me when you see me?"

The unknown sound was getting louder and louder, it was churning in the condensed air, crawling sticky on the ground, trying to spread to Tom's feet

"Mr. Riddle—"

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