[HP]Aluet

"Sleep, sleep...

Look, the birds are coming again...

Just at the end of the moonlight, on that branch...

You will fall asleep to the singing of angels without nightmares...

You have all the best things in the world...

Go to sleep, Ashley..."

I stretched out my hand to grab that hazy shadow—she looked so kind, she was smiling at me, my cold body curled up in her warm embrace, longing for this peace and harmony.

But her hands were suddenly wrapped in blue flames, and they filled her whole body in the blink of an eye, including that smile—the scorching hot flame also ignited me, I struggled and cried, I fell into the dark abyss, the fire The pain of burning my body was enough to make me desperate, but I still fell weightlessly, fell, and fell deep into the mud, wrapped in my whole body and about to suffocate.I was gasping for breath, but the oxygen couldn't get into my lungs, I could only move my hands to grab something, so I did, I grabbed his arm, but I couldn't see As for who it is, I can only struggle desperately.

However he broke free and I lost my straw.

Despair surrounded me, I lost the desire to struggle, and quietly waited for the fire to eat me away.

But I woke up.

The feeling of being born again did not please me, because the moment I opened my eyes, my memory flooded back into my mind like a flood.

I blinked hard, the wet eyelashes made me unable to see clearly everything in front of me.

The burning pain was still there, even stronger than in my sleep, but my hands and feet were as cold as frozen.

It hurts.Every inch of skin and every nerve in my body was twitching, including my internal organs.

I didn't dare to move, even turning my head a little was very difficult.

"Wake up. You slept for two days." Riddle sat down next to me.I numbly turned my gaze from the ceiling to his face that was as pale as a dead man, tears were still streaming down from the corners of my eyes, into my ears and hair.

I don't want to say a word.

His hands landed on my forehead, pushed back the hair sticking to my face, and even gently wiped away my tears—his hands were also terribly cold.I didn't even have the strength to escape.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was as faint as a cloud of smoke.

I just stared at him stubbornly without answering.

He lowered his eyes, took my hand, and pressed my fingers with some strength, the pain became more intense and spread all over his body, I bit my lip until the blood came out, and I didn't make a sound.

"Does it hurt? I'm asking you." From the expression, to the movement, to the voice, it was as calm as ever.

I'm sure I won't answer him.But he didn't bother to get my answer anymore, because my expression and tears had already told him the answer.

"I hurt too, Ashley," he said softly, "I'm just letting you feel what I feel, and I guess you've never felt this pain—of course I haven't either, I've experienced All the pain I've had is nothing compared to this one."

I watched him in silence, the air was unbearably still.

I opened my chapped lips.

"Why didn't you kill me?" I asked him.

"I thought you wouldn't ask such a stupid question." Riddle didn't look at me, but stood up and turned to get something from the table, "If I wanted you to die, you would have died hundreds of times. "

He sat back with a bottle of potion in his hand.I frowned and tilted my head.He pinched my face with his hand and straightened it back, forcefully pouring the medicine into my mouth.I didn't know what he was feeding me, and I didn't want to swallow it. He covered my mouth and pressed my throat with his other hand. I coughed violently, and the medicine entered my stomach little by little.

I stopped making useless protests and just lay there quietly watching him throw the empty bottle into the trash can.

The pain all over the body is gradually dissipating at a slow speed.

"Does it still hurt?"

I shook my head slightly.

"But I'm still in pain."

I stared at him blankly, but he just finished saying this sentence flatly, and then turned up his sleeves.

The fine wounds on it are extremely penetrating—probably caused by the ability he forcibly separated me in his body, I don’t know if it’s the same on his body.

"I will let this pain accompany me for the rest of my life, engraved in my bone marrow, Ashley, I will always keep the injury you caused me, before, now, and in the future."

He stated lightly, raised his left hand, and I saw a long and thin scar on the palm of his hand, which I had never noticed before.

"Do you know how this scar came from?" He looked straight into my eyes, and there was silence in his eyes.He waited for a while, but didn't wait for my response, so he continued, "Do you remember when I got cut by that Gryffindor sword?"

My heart trembled violently.

"Later, I made another wound in the same position. This time without you by my side, I let it solidify, scab and heal on its own. Only then did I know that the wound would really leave a permanent mark." Every pronunciation of his was extremely slow and clear, "And this time, I won't let it go away."

I couldn't make a sound, and a strong sadness welled up in my heart, as if being held tightly by invisible hands, and I even had the illusion of drowning.

"Why," my eyes blurred as I tried to get the air I could breathe, "you know everything..."

"Yes, I know everything." He picked up my words, "I can let you go, because I know you too well, Ashley. I can guess what you want to say and what you want to do."

He stood up, walked out the door, and closed it.

"Have a good rest." I heard his last words.

My eyelids became heavy again, and I fell into lethargy.

After an unknown amount of time, I was awakened by the sound of footsteps. Riddle saw that I was awake, and came to help me sit up.He probably just came back from the outside, and he still has the smell of green grass and soil in the wind after the rain.I twisted my body and didn't want to touch him, but fortunately he didn't care about it.

"Why do you look like nothing happened?" I finally reluctantly said something on my own initiative.

"Because my ability to bear is much stronger than yours, Ashley." He took off his coat and hung it aside, "I walked around hell, but I still woke up almost a day before you."

He sat on the edge of the bed with a bowl of hot porridge and brought it to my mouth with a spoon, and he did all this very naturally, as meticulously and patiently as caring for a sick relative.

I hate this feeling.

I twisted my face awkwardly and refused to eat.

"You haven't eaten for two days, so you don't want to live anymore, do you?" Riddle's tone didn't fluctuate at all.

My chest heaved and I struggled for a while, then took the bowl in his hand and finished it myself.My throat was so stiff that it seemed difficult to swallow.

He stretched out his hand, pinched my chin and lifted it up. I looked at him in surprise, and his thumb stroked the corner of my mouth, wiping away the water stains.

"You don't need to treat me like this." I said bluntly.

"Then tell me, what should I do?" He put the empty bowl aside, put his arms on his legs, and looked at me with interest.

"Even if you use Cruciatus on me or kill me directly, it's better than this."

"Really?" He smiled, and suddenly lowered his voice, "Maybe I can understand that you are feeling guilty."

"Why should I feel guilty?" I stared into his eyes.

"Because, maybe you are wrong."

I was startled, not understanding what he meant.

"If you ask me, I'll explain it to you," he said, "but obviously you don't even know what I'm talking about."

I suddenly had a very abnormal sense of panic, as if I had really overlooked something, but I couldn't think of it—he was right, I really didn't know what he was talking about.

I desperately hoped that he could give me an answer, but he ended the topic just like that, leaving me in a silent space to think hard.