Yes, this is Bellamort, yes, the first is Voldemort's pov and the second Bella's, and yes it's ooc.
I see them having an affair of course, and I like to picture him having weaknesses like everyone, though he hates that, and conscious that although he fights them as much as he can, he needs her help sometimes.
Don't shoot me....I'm not a Bellamort-happy-lovers fan! But this sounded right and I'm ready to fight the consequences. Flame me if you want. Review me anyway. Pretty please.
Thanks to my betas, Bellatrix Le Fey and xoxLewrahxox. I love you girls!
How can you love me? This I can't help but wonder. I made you suffer so much. A hundred thousands tears you cried for me, yet you always come back. You're always willing to be there for me – to take my hand, push me forward. You still want to help me, yet you believe that I hate it, that you are useless for me. You think you are barely more than a play thing, yet you still lie in my bed at night. Your tears are silent, hiding behind the darkness, and you turn your head to hide them. You believe that I wanted you to believe. Yet, I know my strength, and my weaknesses; I know that somehow I need you. Your smile gives me strength, confidence, but I made it fade so many times. Everytime I fear that it will never reappear. Endless suffering is what I put you through. Every time you stand up again, smile your bravest, most loving smile. Though you never speak the words, I can read them in your eyes, on your lips, in every sigh, every moan that escapes throughout our love-making. You continue to live on by my side. My always-shining star, my support.
It is worth it. Every time you break me down, these words come back, like a mantra that I sing a hundred thousands times in my head. It is worth it: that's the reason why I stand back up once again, that's the reason why I come back to you. You're the reason that I am living.
I'm not masochistic; I honestly can't live without you. I am but a tiny piece of very solid rock, gravitating around a wide, capricious sun – bloody red sun like the blood which allows my suffering to spread by unleashing others'. Like their blood and mine, like your haunting eyes.
You shine me through life.
