[HP]Aluet

I can't remember how much alcohol I drank.

This is the first time I've been dizzy from alcohol since I drank that bottle of whiskey at Hogwarts.

I've known for a long time that I'm a poor drinker - but I'm too sick.As long as I stop for a second, my heart will be occupied by the overwhelming pain like needle pricks.

I was thinking about how to get Ignatius out of his position as Minister of Magic, but I kept seeing Irina's dead body.

I never knew I'd be sad when she died--or rather, it never occurred to me that she would die, or in this way.

I should have hated her.

I frowned and poured wine into my stomach desperately, but the more I did this, the more I couldn't think clearly, which actually made me feel more anxious.

I know that I can't go on like this. I hate myself. I didn't wake up from this pain until everyone around me left me, forcing myself to do it again.

The strong aftertaste of the wine began to build up, and my body burned uncomfortably, especially in August-the sweltering air of summer.

Countless circles of light formed in front of my eyes, and the sky was spinning, and it would go dark every few seconds-I doubt that I might faint in the next second.

I barely controlled my legs to stand up and used Apparation directly.

I headed straight for my room, and out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Riddle standing in his doorway, probably seeing me.

Unlucky.

I was in a terrible mood and I didn't want to talk to him.I hope he is sensible.

He reached out and blocked the door frame.

I ignored his obstruction, but found that the door couldn't be opened no matter what.I took out my wand, but he suddenly pressed my hand, and then abruptly pulled the wand away from my hand.

I suppressed my anger not to look at him.

"Drinking? It's rare to see." His voice stretched out slowly.

I frowned.

"Don't stop me, Riddle," my voice was a little hoarse and weak—even though I tried to speak to him as loudly as possible, I really didn't have the energy at all, "I'm dizzy and I don't have the energy to spend with you... "

My stomach was in a panic, my temples throbbed like swollen cracks, my eyes were blurred and dark, and my feet felt numb.My heart was beating so erratically that I felt like I needed to drop into bed right away and sleep.

It was dark before my eyes, and I almost fell down, but Riddle supported me.

Even through the clothes, his hands were on my waist. I was already uncomfortably hot, and this made me feel even more irritable.

"Don't touch me." I quickly wanted to push his hand away, and I realized that I was too aggressive, and even left blood marks from my fingernails on his arm.But my brain can't handle that.

Obviously, he wasn't happy with my reaction, and instead of letting go, he pushed harder.

"Tom Riddle!" I yelled at him angrily. "Don't take it too far."

He paused for a few seconds, his face terribly gloomy, and I wondered if he'd give me a Killing Curse the next second - but obviously he wouldn't.

He pushed me back a bit, I staggered a few steps and leaned against the door, and before I could react, he approached me.He grabbed me and wanted to push his hand to my side, fingers intertwined, and the air around me began to become thinner.I wanted him to leave me, but the disparity in strength made me completely lose the ability to resist.

"Riddle! Bastard, stay away from me!" I struggled desperately, but it was obviously not a smart move. It not only exhausted what little energy I had left, but also angered him even more.

The slightly rapid breathing sprayed on my ear, and it was so hot that I couldn't move.Without any temptation, I felt a coolness around my waist—or maybe my body was too hot.

My tears welled up all at once, and I struggled more violently like crazy, but it was useless, and the inescapable touch was still searching upwards.

The overwhelming panic dominated my brain for a moment, and I began to soften my attitude and began to beg.

"No, Riddle, please..."

His movements stopped suddenly, and I breathed a sigh of relief.He moved a little away from me, and I was finally able to breathe normally.

"Are you crying?" Riddle's voice was soft, but with obvious mockery, "It's so easy to deal with you, Ashley."

My body was shaking with fear, and he straightened my face, forcing me to meet his gaze.

My tears flowed silently without end.

He just looked into my eyes full of all kinds of emotions.

"I hate you the most, Ashley." He said lightly, "It reminds me of those lambs waiting to be slaughtered, silent, numb, and cowardly. I thought you were much more interesting than them."

My vision is blurred and I can't even think about what he's saying, all I know is that the bitterness that weighs on me right now is stronger than the excess alcohol - the pain makes me want to get rid of everything I can feel at once .

If it weren't for his hands for support, I might actually collapse on the ground and pass out.

I closed my eyes, missing the obscure emotions deep in those dark red pupils.

"Tell me, what is the source of your pain?" He asked me suddenly, his tone was much softer than before—maybe it was because my mind was not clear yet.

My eyelashes trembled, I opened my eyes again, and looked at him suspiciously, but what I saw was still the cold, aloof look.

I can't help but sneer.

"The sources—there are too many, Riddle." I tried to keep my voice from being hoarse, so I could only say in a low voice, "But the source of it all has to be attributed to one person." , because everything I lost has his shadow, and the saddest thing is that I can probably count him as the instigator of it all." I still couldn't see his features clearly, so I touched one with my stiff hand Face - so that the mist covering my eyes is wiped away, but I find that this does not really make my world clear, because the brain that can control all this - it is paralyzed by alcohol Part of the work has been postponed.

"Your eyesight has always been so short-sighted." He straightened his body, including his hands away from me, so I lost my support and slid against the door and sat on the ground.

"What is the basis of your pain, life and death?" Riddle looked down at me, his tone slightly higher.He seemed irresistible when he was on the same level as me, but this condescending posture at this time made me draw a trace of abnormal sympathy from it-or it is more appropriate to call it a kind of compassion similar to looking down on all living beings-even though I unwilling to admit so.In fact, I think these can be attributed to his ego and paranoia, so these two adjectives really came out of my mouth unconsciously.

He didn't dwell on the offense, though.

"Why don't you understand that everyone dies for a reason, and it's not me. Why can't you see how bad the world is, and I'm making it better, Ashley— I don’t care what other people do. If they have this idea, they should fight for themselves. At least my world will definitely change for the better, I have the capital of such foresight and self-confidence.”

I guess he must know that I went to the basement and saw Irina's body.

"So you think so." I stared at his face, "So, so—"

I think my brain is really not working properly and I swore I'd never touch anything alcoholic again - they're impulsive and overwhelming - but apparently making a decision at this point isn't going to help .

"So when you attacked my father, you thought that I would be grateful to you, didn't you?" I have used these words in my heart to accuse him countless times, and I never thought that one day I would put all these things together Saying it in front of his face is crazy, if I was still sober, I would never dare to think about it, but when I finished all this, I felt more relaxed and comfortable than ever, "You use it from others Take everything you took away to build your world, it looks better, but in fact it’s just gold and jade on the outside, inside it’s ruined, it’s still so bad, even with the dirtiest and vicious language in the world, it can’t be fully described—— Tom Riddle, you not only failed to save yourself, but you also ruined others."

However, when I said the first sentence, his attention was no longer on me.Instead of being angry, he suddenly became frighteningly calm.His eyes are elsewhere—he's thinking, but I don't know what he's thinking about.

I held on to the door frame and struggled to get up from the ground, but the door still wouldn't open, and my wand was still on him.

Just the act of standing up made my stomach feel a little nauseous, my eyes and forehead were still hot, and I was sweating profusely.

I moved two steps, my legs went limp, I couldn't see anything immediately, and I fell headlong to the ground.

And at the last moment of consciousness, I heard his voice.

"You're going to feel guilty about it, Ashley. Egotistical, bigoted, and so are you."