[HP]Aluet

I don't know how I got back.

I was finally able - or had to admit, Dumbledore never wanted me to be blinded by hatred, but this happened in another form - my sanity was literally taken away by it so much for many years.

The hatred made me completely ignore all the details, and now it is suddenly clear that all my efforts seem so ridiculous.To put it another way, if I can think about everything calmly enough, I can make another choice, a completely different choice from now, and maybe the original around me will not be completely lost— —All the results obtained today come from myself.

I should have thought of it earlier - if my father had been killed by then, how did this memory get into Dumbledore's hands?At the end of the memory, Riddle just raised his wand. Without any evidence to confirm the answer, I decided that Riddle must be able to do this kind of thing—because in my subjective consciousness That's who he is!Merlin, how could I make such a low-level mistake!

I buried my face deeply in the palm of my hand, feeling so bad that I couldn't get any worse.

I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't want to face reality at all.

He stopped next to me and didn't say anything. I even wondered when he quietly left again—the room was as silent as if I was the only one.

I looked up tiredly.

"You already knew that."

"You told me yourself," he leaned against the window amusedly, "that's funny, Ashley, it doesn't even take Veritaserum for you to tell the truth."

"When?"

"The time you drank too much, I guess you don't have any memory at all, do you?"

I lifted my head feebly and cursed in a low voice.

But I was secretly thankful—otherwise I would carry the weight of this mistake for the rest of my life.

"You're not good at hiding your emotions, it's entirely due to your personality." He said leisurely, "Useless emotional expression is also the most fatal weakness."

"But you never explained it," I said stiffly.

"You never asked," he said, "anything."

I opened my eyes wide, and saw my own pale and stubborn face from those dark red eyes that looked like blood.

"Because you always believe that you are right, but in fact, you don't understand anything at all." Riddle's face darkened, "You don't understand the cause and process of things, you only see the result, and the same , you don't know me, and you never thought to know me." He began to press every step of the way, "You never asked me from the beginning, you didn't ask me why I killed those Muggles, because they damn it, that order A disgusting waste, I can never let him go.

You never asked me why I never looked at everyone around me, because they are blind, cowardly, and empty-of course, I like dealing with such people, like hungry stray dogs, you Give it a smell of bones and it will follow you.They have no dignity and naturally don't need to be respected. His voice was as cold as winter, "My stupid mother, how long did it take me to erase her traces, she makes me feel ashamed and disturbed, she only has her ridiculous love in her eyes, I can't figure out a useless How can the rubbish make her go crazy and do that kind of indignity - she brought me nothing of value, only one thing left me, which is in the muddy ditch dirty my whole life ten years. "He uttered every word so clearly that he even gritted his teeth, and I finally saw a strong emotion on his face that I had never seen before—a distorted hatred.

I was cornered against the bone-chilling wall, and I had nothing to say.

"But you never asked." He looked at me coldly, "You just used your subjective thinking to finalize your guess, but you still want me to explain-of course I won't explain, I want you to see clearly Own."

I was breathing hard, and I was leaning against the wall so weakly that even my brain became numb.

He turned around and walked back to the window, putting his hands in his pockets and staring at the scene outside the window. Time passed by, and the air was so silent that it made people panic, but I couldn't think about it. I could only take a few deep breaths—— In an instant, nothing mattered to me anymore.

"I'm sorry." I opened my mouth, "Riddle." I don't want to care what he's going to do, maybe I should get out of this right now—

"I'll give you the resurrection stone, you give me back the ring, and let me go."

Anyway, since that thing is fake, it's not like I've done him any favors.

Get over it, get me out of this mess, let me calm down, I need time to accept.

Riddle paused and turned around.

"Let's go?" The aggressiveness in his tone and demeanor disappeared immediately. According to the surprise and some kind of weird emotion flashing in his eyes, I know that he obviously didn't expect me to say that, "Why? , Knowing the truth, do you want to escape?"

"It's not an escape." I hardly had the strength to refute, "—maybe. But what can I do now?"

"Where else can you go?" He approached me, "In this world, you are already dead, Ashley, you erased this with your own hands."

I just stood there blankly.

"You don't have to worry about that—I'll always figure it out myself," I said.

"Really?" Although his tone was still as indifferent as ever, or rather calmer—but I could detect an inexplicable eagerness in it, maybe he answered the words too quickly, "But you have to If you don't admit it, you have been able to survive all these years and still rely on me, haven't you?"

He seemed to have suddenly changed his appearance, and deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of scaring something——

"Who else will remember you except me?"

His hand caressed my face, but this sudden tenderness was easier than the cold oppressive feeling to break the defense line that was shaking and about to collapse deep in my heart.

"Past, present, future, you should understand that only I will not leave you. If you lose me, you will really lose everything."

"Stop it, Riddle." I shook my head, tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably, I didn't want to face all this.

"Why are you crying, Ashley?" His voice lingered faintly in my ears, "Everything you lose is inevitable and has its meaning. Who is not, I have lost a lot, but I and You're different—I know what's more important to me, and you're always going to get caught up in this nonsense."

"No, no—" I hate this closed and suffocating environment, I need a space too much, so that I can calm down and sort out everything, but he is not willing to give me this opportunity.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of my lips, with salty tears and moist special breath that belonged only to him, his movements were more restrained than ever, but I was more eager to escape than ever, But I didn't push him away.

"No," I finally turned my head away, "We are not the same, Riddle, we are different."

"Why not." He turned back to my face, and I could only look into his scarlet eyes, "Who wouldn't have some blood on their hands? I can't imagine that a life that grows in filth can be pure forever No way, Ashley. Life will force you to make choices, and it's not a good feeling, you know it all too well, don't you?

It's disgusting - this feeling of being stuck in a quagmire from which you can't get out.So I'm breaking free of these shackles, and it turns out that the impossible is also possible.That being the case, why can't I jump out of it and take charge of it all? "

"Yes, you are right, Riddle, I have no way to refute you, but your way—" I shook my head and closed my eyes not to look at him, "You will not succeed."

"I dare to open up a road that no one else dares to try, only I am working hard for it, and those poor people who are weak, humble, and can't even learn to struggle are only worthy of getting stuck in it. I use them as the cornerstone and even more. It gave meaning to their lives. Who dares to say that this is not a great exploration? Tell me, why did I fail?" His words had a questioning attitude, and I couldn't say anything.

"Riddle." I called his name beggingly, I didn't know what to do, "Let me go."

"I want you to stay." He slowed down again, "Do you really want to leave? You only have me."

His hand caressed my cheek, stroked my dry lips, and then slowly across the neck, throat, he always likes to control the most fragile things in his hands.

"I have made a choice, and I will never regret it." His hot breath hit my ears, "But this road is not easy, Ashley."

I didn't struggle, I didn't resist.I know I shouldn't - but probably, I'm really hesitating.

"I need you. I need something different...to wake me up."

My brain was blank, he was sucking my breath, the lingering breath was lingering between his lips and teeth, bad thoughts flashed by, and I suddenly realized clearly that I had fallen into his dominance, but now I am really There is no way to leave.

He took my body into the soft bed, and I was finally able to greedily breathe the air that poured into my nose and nose, but I couldn't do that soon—I was a little panicked and wanted to stop his movements.

"You do not want it?"

"I……"

He kissed her again, lingering for a long time before leaving.

"You're pandering to me."

"No, no..." His deep eyes were about to suck me in, I avoided his fiery gaze, I frowned, trying to resist the uncomfortable intrusion, "You can't—"

I tried to keep my voice under control.

"You can't—read my mind, at a time like this..." I simply closed my eyes, but the scalding heat was too hot to ignore, and I couldn't concentrate on anything at all.

"You're not unwilling, Ashley." He bent down and chuckled in my ear, "You still love me, don't you? Once you hated me as much as you loved me."

I bit my lip, I didn't like the way he seemed to be in control at all.

My heart was beating violently, I was trapped in a chaos, the breath from all directions kept hitting my thinking, bewitching me, causing me to fall, I tried hard to break free, but the black smoke was lingering, Bit by bit erodes my nerves, entangles my body, devours me, the streaking star ignites the flame tail, burns me, and brings me out of that darkness to the light—while some force still tears Me, forcing me to perish, going back and forth between heaven and hell.

But I can feel the most real thing from it-after the disillusionment, there is only hell in the world, and there is no heaven.