i'll write it all across this wall
before my job is done
It's impossible not to love him: Tom Riddle, handsome, intelligent, witty, charming – Myrtle's heart beats faster, one-two, one-two – perfect.
She laughs at the irony; Myrtle is his complete opposite, she dreams of simplicity, not of heroism or recognition.
Her fingers furl around her quill, caressing it like piano keys, and she scratches their names into the toilet door.
A simplistic gesture, one that Myrtle likes best.