[HP]Aluet

When I woke up, he was gone.

I tried to open the door, and soon I succeeded, the door was not locked.

I didn't find Tom Riddle in Nuo Da's house.I went downstairs and walked to the door, but this time I couldn't easily push it away.Circles of ripples appeared in the air in front of him, like a thin film, but they couldn't be pierced and couldn't be seen. It blocked the two areas inside and outside.

I didn't try anything more.I went back to the room obediently and waited for him to come back.

The process is long, boring, and even painful.

Every day, every day.

I gradually found that I began to look forward to the few times a day that I could spend with him.

But within a few days, when he came back, he started to have injuries on his body-I don't know what he did, and I don't know what to do at all.

I gently stroked the wound below his collarbone, the hideous wound was not smooth, my hands trembled a bit, I didn't dare to look at it.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

He shook his head.His hands covered the back of mine, watching me calmly.

He told me that I actually have the ability to heal.

But I can't find the relevant memory in my mind, and I don't know how to control it, and of course, he didn't expect me to do that.

I watched him treat the wound by himself without changing his face, without even frowning from the beginning to the end.

I could have healed him, but I couldn't do anything about it.

He seemed to pick up on my depression.

He wrapped me in his arms without saying a word, I leaned on him, carefully twirling my fingertips around his wound, hoping for some miracle to happen.

He closed his eyes quietly, and his breathing was so gentle that I thought he was asleep. He seemed very tired, so the whole person was in a relaxed state.

I don't know how long it took, and in a trance, the place where my fingers touched his skin suddenly emitted a very weak white light, and his wound began to heal slowly.I looked at him in surprise, maybe the recovery process was too long, he frowned uncomfortably, opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, but I didn't see the same joy in his eyes as mine.

He doesn't seem to care whether I can use my abilities, or whether I can help him after all.He lowered his head, gently rubbed my chin with his fingers, his scarlet eyes were dim, and I felt that he was not looking at me, but was thinking about something else.

"Why are you unhappy every day?" I asked.

"What?" He just came back from the wandering state.

"You seem to have a lot of things every day, and I haven't seen you smile."

He was silent and did not answer me.

"Tom." I buried my head in his neck, "Is there a way to restore my memory?"

He paused for a while before slowly opening his mouth: "You care about this?"

"You are the only one who remembers the things between us. It's so unfair to you."

It took a few seconds for the tail of my words to fully dissipate, and then he kissed my hair.

"I do not care."

I turned my head and looked at the darkening sky outside the window quietly, my thoughts were flying around.I don't think I like this. Every day I am confused about the past and the future. I can't get out of this house, and I can't see the outside world. The only one who can prove the passage of time is him.

I like him very much - even if there is no memory of the past.

But this is not what I want.

"Tom, take me for a walk," I said.

His face suddenly turned a lot colder, and the gradually congealed oppressive air even made me feel a little panicked, but his tone was as gentle as ever.

"Hey, stay here and don't go anywhere."

I fought back a sudden, intense sense of discomfort.

He has always been nice to me, everything.I don't know how to face it correctly, maybe for me, there is nothing else I can use to respond to all this except obedience.

However, I am still not willing to continue like this.

I glimpsed a coin on the table.I got up and walked over, took the coin, and sat down next to him again.I said in a negotiating tone: "If it's positive, I'll stay here obediently... If it's negative, you can take me out... okay?"

He sat up straight and looked at me without speaking.

"Can you, Tom?" I tugged at his hand.

Finally, he nodded, agreeing to my suggestion.I was tossing the coin, the coin landed on the table and turned, his finger tapped the corner of the table, it seemed to have stopped, but turned over heads.

He looked at me with that expected look, as if telling me that no matter what I did, the result would not change.

My face fell, and I looked at the coin with some sadness.I can't open my mouth to fight for anything anymore, even fate can't favor me, I think I will probably stay here for the rest of my life.

"come over."

I sat down slowly.He looked straight into my eyes, as if thinking about something.He motioned for me to move closer, which I did obediently.He easily hooked my chin, and after a brief hesitation, his hand increased a bit, so my face was a little closer to him, without any warning, the cold and wet lips just didn't add anything It was printed tentatively, but this time it was not the same as the first time, or even a little different from him - all I felt from it was fierce aggressiveness, he was restrained, but still not gentle.

My eyes widened in surprise, he left me, I adjusted my breathing in his arms, and then I saw his right hand outstretched in front of me.

"Negative," he said.

I froze for a few seconds before reacting.I was like a bird jumping out of the cage and flying away, and the excitement and joy filled my blood in an instant.I showed a very happy smile, put my arms around his neck, and gave him a full hug again.

It was evening outside.He led me through the long streets until the salty sea breeze blew through my hair and he started to slow down.The sunset in the sky was as red as fire, and the red sunset was wrapped in clouds, half submerged in the water.

The hand he was holding on to me had already been blown cold by the wind—I should have realized this earlier, even in a warm room, it was difficult for me to feel any warmth from his body.

So I took his hand instead.

I dragged him to the beach where the tide was receding. My shoe toes were already wet. I raised my head and looked at the semi-circular sunset where the water and the sky meet. Fresh air, nothing warm around me, but everything is very comfortable, I close my eyes, let the sea breeze blow my clothes and soak my clothes.

He didn't know when he got out of my hand. I turned my head, and his hands were completely hidden in my pockets at this moment.And for a fleeting moment, I saw his smile.

But what I can feel in the deepest part of those eyes is the coldness and emptiness that ordinary people shouldn't have.

His transparent eyes looked at me, but it seemed that he was looking at another world through me.

"Tom?" I called him softly.

He narrowed his eyes, and that little charity-like smile quickly disappeared, his eyes re-condensed with bone-piercing frost, then he turned around, the air behind him began to distort and deform, and I saw people walking out of it. two strangers.

Tom Riddle stared coldly at the old man with a thick white beard in the front, but the latter frowned, and his eyes shifted to me, his blue eyes were full of strange confusion.

"Aisley." The old man called out my name.I turned to look at Riddle in amazement, but he wasn't surprised at all.

"There is a lot of eyeliner." Riddle spit out a sentence from his mouth coldly.

"Put down the wand, Tom." The old man's tone was more like persuading a child, but I heard some undeniable warning from it.

Perhaps it was also this that made Riddle extremely disgusted.

The old man didn't care about his expression, his eyes quickly turned away from Riddle and turned to me, he slowed down his voice, and guided me, "Come with us, Ashley."

I looked at Riddle, but he wasn't looking at me, his face was very gloomy at the moment.

"Aisley." The old man called my name again, as if waking me up, but I didn't know who he was.My feet seem to have taken root and are nailed to the ground.

"What did you do, Tom?" he asked.I saw his wand clenched tightly in his hand, and there was a movement to lift it upwards. I was startled, and grabbed Riddle's hand, subconsciously wanting to protect him.

"Don't...don't hurt him." My hands were trembling in fear, I saw a little shock in the old man's eyes, so Riddle wrapped his hands around my waist at this moment, and he satirized the two people He hooked the corners of his lips.

"She doesn't seem to want to go with you." He said flatly, "Then, goodbye by fate, Dumbledore."

The old man didn't stop him. Thick black smoke appeared around Riddle, and there was a dizzy spin before my eyes. When my feet stepped on the ground again and the light returned to my eyes, I had already followed Tom Riddle. I left that place and returned to the familiar room.

"Who's that, Tom?" I asked him in a panic.

"Enemy." He spat out a word like gold, and didn't want to mention anything more.

"They're going to hurt you, aren't they?" I'm in a panic, I don't know why I'm panicking, maybe I'm scared of losing him because I don't remember anything but him, I don't know what to leave What should I do with him, "Why did he let me go with him? Is something going to happen to you?"

I firmly grabbed his sleeve and shook it, and then he set his eyes on my face.

"No." He held me in his arms and stroked my hair reassuringly.

"No one can take you away from me." His deep and ethereal voice came from my ear, "except yourself."