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Pairing: Ginny W/Tom Riddle Jr


Burn

"... And the further that I run away,

the further I'll come back to shelter ;

Youre the fire - I'd rather burn than fall …"


Ginny stared at the journal in her lap. It was blue, like a robin's egg - cheerful, a bright shade of the finest dragonhide. Charlie had given it to her in confidence just a few months prior. She'd left it to collect dust at the bottom of her trunk, unable to look at the offending object.

It was nothing like she wanted, yet she loved to write, needed the escape. Her eyes played tricks on her as she sat there, numb and staring at the innocent bundle of parchment.

Leather, ebony - deep and dark, just like her thoughts. Her mind screamed, yet she flipped the cover back - blue, not black - dipping her quill into the creamy ink and began…

February 23, 1996

I miss him.

I miss him when I'm awake, and I miss him when I sleep. I miss him in those blissful moments of 'in between' where reality is just out of reach and bittersweet daydreams fog my mind.

It's all okay… for a little while.

His image dances behind my eyelids, a blessing and a curse that stars in my wildest dreams and most vivid nightmares.

He taunts me.

He calms me.

He scares me.

I love him.

There are days I wish he would go. "I don't want you anymore!" I scream into my pillow. I clench my eyes shut and cradle my head and beg, plead that he just disappear.

I don't want his words in my head. I don't want to simply bury him. I don't want to just forget. I want to burn his memory from its nest in my core.

I want him to burn.

And I'm going through these memories again. It's torture, self inflicted pain. It's suicide - I ache - but I'm still breathing.

So is he…

Somewhere. I can feel him.

Where are you?

I don't want to know!

(Please, tell me.)

I miss you.