Merope's Choice
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I am sick of this. I am sick of it all! He does not love me, truly. He only loves me because of that stupid Love Potion. Why did I do that? I was desperate to get out of that place. Desperate not to be beaten or yelled at. It was horrible there with my father and my brother. They did not except me at all. Tom Riddle was my only hope. I had to trick him somehow to take me away with him. I had to. Like I said, he was my only hope for freedom. So, I put a whole bottle of Love Potion into one of his drinks. A gulp or two later he was completely in love with me. It was a dream come true at the time. Now, it is my horror. I have to sneak a bottle of the potion into his food and drink every couple of hours. I hate it. How could he ever love me for real?
I do not want him to be terrible with me. I know that he is not under the influence of the Love Potion. Inside his head he is probably screaming, 'Get me out of this horror!' I love him, but I do not want him unhappy with some one he does not love, me.
I am sick of love based on magic and lies. It is a disgusting this. That BLOODY potion is all a lie. It does not help; it demolishes all of your self-esteem and pride. I know at the end of this I will have made the biggest mistake of my life. My son will grow up without a father because Tom will run back to his Mommy and Daddy who thought I was nothing but a tramp. Their whole village thought that I was a tramp. When Tom and I were leaving that place forever all of the villagers just stood in awe. I know what they were thinking. 'Why is the tramp, Merope Gaunt running away with Thomas Riddle?' They think my mind is corrupt. Well, it is not. It is just where I come from. If you were there you would understand my situation.
I have come to a decision. I will give no more of the Love Potion to my love, Tom Riddle. Not even one small trickle. I want him happy even if it makes me more miserable. He deserves something better than what is basically a slave. He needs a woman that is worth something. He deserves a girl whose eyes do not stare off in opposite directions. Someone who has nice hair and a full face. Someone who is beautiful, unlike me.
All I want is one more kiss from him that I am receiving at this very moment. I push him outside in the cold, wet rain. The potion should stop its influences any second now. Oh, it has. Instantly, he runs off. The way toward the village it looks like he knows.
I stand here, pregnant and all alone. I have to remember, this was my choice, my choice.
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Authors Note
Just a short angst one-shot. I hope you liked it and please review. There might be a sequel to this.
Thank you!
