Alone
Shallo! Annoying author note here! Wow this is short, but this is my first story. Like ever, so I figured I would do a drabble. Please gimme constructive criticism, I know I need it. Just wrote this while I was bored. Thankies, reviews are appreciated.
The moments before Tom Riddle's death were the best of his life. Funny, because his entire life he had sought out only escape from death. He had never lived life. All his life he had been alone. His mother and father tried, but the Riddles didn't care about their son. He was alone in childhood. Very alone. Then he met Albus Dumbledore, and he thought that his life would change forever. It didn't. Because Tom Riddle, when shown the opportunity to make friends, didn't make friends. He made allies. They're two different things. When given friends, you're given bonds, and happiness, and most importantly love. When given allies, you stay alive, and when you are alive with only allies, you are alone. Love. That's what the boy and the old man always talk about. Love was shoved at every chance at him. So many people want to love you, but when you kill people, they tend to stop loving you. So when everyone Tom Riddle had a bond with was dead, no one loved him. One. One lived. One single boy lived. This child, loved. So when Tom Riddle felt the elder wand slip from his hand and saw it arch towards that boy he looked into his eyes. In that deep green he saw love. Then he saw a flash of light. Then Tom Riddle was alone again.