you're nobody until somebody loves you
A HariPo drabble collection
by mew-tsubaki
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She wanted to haunt his every footstep.
That Tom Riddle was a brilliant, clever, beautiful boy, and Myrtle liked to ogle him with her classmates. Boys and girls alike never could deny the magnetism Tom possessed to draw them in, and Myrtle thought she might as well have been made of one-hundred percent iron to be so attracted to him. And what a good choice she'd made, as no one ever had a bad word against Tom Riddle.
But then she saw those giant, yellow eyes…and any hope she had went down the pipes.
Oh, ho! Wish granted, dear.