A/N; This is my first time posting/sharing my writing anywhere. It took a lot for me to build up the courage, but I did it. This also happens to be my first fanfiction ever. If you have time please leave a comment, good or bad. Thanks, and enjoy.
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out, now
Voldemort looked down at the lifeless body of his victim. The signs that he had been there were obvious. She had hand prints around her neck where he had strangled her to keep her from screaming out. She had deep scratches in her arms from where I pressed my long, dirty fingernails into her skin, just because I felt the need to make her hurt.
When the Muggles find her they'll think that she was raped and strangled to death. It'll be a lie. She was killed by Voldemort's signature spell. The Killing Curse.
L-O-V-E's just another word I never learned to pronounce
The next day Voldemort takes another victim. The day after he takes another. He does this everyday now. Meaningless sex without a commitment. The only kind he's ever had.
Never being love had a harsh effect on him. He was unable to love, and unable to say the words. No relationships, no real friends, no family. Nothing.
How, do I say I'm sorry cause the word is never gonna come out now
A month later Voldemort's having a bad day. He feels horrible for taking all those girl's life's. He feels bad for taking them from their families. Just as he's unable to mutter that four letter word that everyone loves to hear, he can't say sorry.
He wishes he could though.