Tom Riddle ⁷

They describe you as restless, assertive, and sometimes childish. You loved to draw, creating little sketches that you would then give to Tom, your partner of a year. You often wondered how Tom Riddle, so different from you, could have been attracted to someone like you. The differences between you were striking, almost like opposite poles, and whenever you asked him about it, he would simply reply, "Opposites attract. "

Despite those differences, Tom loved you deeply. You had managed to break down the barriers he had built throughout his life, becoming his weakness. Although your childish behavior sometimes irritated him, there was something about your spontaneity and the small gestures you made for him, like drawings, letters, and paper flowers, that won him over.

That afternoon, Tom had invited you to his room. While he focused on his homework, you lay on his bed, drawing. What he didn't know was that you had taken his diary, an object he valued immensely, not only for its emotional significance, but because he kept his deepest and most personal thoughts within its pages. Carefree, you filled the pages with little flowers, stars, and brightly colored hearts, completely absorbed in your art.

Tom, engrossed in his task, hadn't noticed what you were doing until, minutes later, when he turned to see what you were doing, he recognized his diary in your hands. Surprise quickly turned to anger. He jumped to his feet, his face reflecting a mixture of anger and bewilderment.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

he exclaimed in a voice that, although he tried to remain controlled, could not hide his irritation.