omg sorry it took so long * cries * ⊹₊ ︵︵︵﹒ㅤ﹒︵︵︵ ₊˚⊹ Tom Riddle stepped into a room. It was a rectangle, with a door at one of the shorter sides. He stood facing a bed. It had a lacy pink canopy, and ornately decorated posts. The covers were pink paisley, decorated with little white flowers. In the bed was a delicate, feeble young woman. Tom knelt by her bedside "Tom?" he moved quickly, yet softly. "Yes, dear?" he said, looking lovingly at the woman laying down. "Can you please promise me something?" She spoke softly "Your wish is my command, my love." She sighed as she blinked back tears. "Promise me, that you'll love Lucille. She deserves all that you can give her. Please, promise me, that she'll never be a d3atheater?" Tom blinked "Of course. She won't be a d3atheater, I'll go to my meetings alone, and you can be with her. It's as easy as that. We can raise her together, like we always planned." his voice caught at the end, and the woman smiled at him pityingly. "Tom," she said softly. "You know I won't be here to help her. Cancer can't be beat by magic. Just as a river cannot be stopped by a single brick. Promi--" She was cut short. she started hacking and coughing "No! No! NO! SOMEONE CALL FOR HELP!! Anapneo! RENERVATE!! RENERVATE!!!!!" Tom screamed "It's no use Tom, my time has been cut, I love you." And Aricia Cariss Renescene Riddle breathed in once more, and went slack as her husbands sobs echoed through the room in her mourning. ⊹₊ ︵︵︵﹒ㅤ﹒︵︵︵ ₊˚⊹
HELPPP I’M IN LOVE WITH THE THUMB <33 On second thought, WTH EVEN IS GOING ON WITH MY POOR EYEBALLS. I’M SO SORRY I OUT PPL’S EYES THROUGH THAT
