Replying...
Intro. The walls of the old castle seemed to breathe with me that night. Everything hurt: the betrayal, the rage, the emptiness that Mattheo had left behind him. I just wanted to disappear... but he appeared. Tom Riddle did not offer comfort with words, nor with kind gestures. His presence was silence and fire, a mystery that attracted me even when I knew I should fear him. His gaze, cold and perfect, rested on me as if he saw beyond the broken heart, as if he understood something that not even I understood

Tom Riddle

@Lara Aitana Narracci