This is not a love story.

I don't know what happened to you -so terrible- to seek solace in Tom Riddle and, if I'm honest, I don't even care.

This is my story, the story of Anima Littelton.

The story of a girl who was tired of not being seen and when Tom (the first person who actually saw me) asked for her (my) help she couldn't say no.

I was stupid and reckless. I indulged in his first kindnesses, but God.

You readers don't know him like we do. Poor wretches who fall in love with him. There are many realities in which Tom would -most probably- eventually love you, others in which he kills you and others in which time travel messes up your story. This is not one of them.

Oh no, I can't tell you if it's better or worse, that's for you to tell me in the epilogue (assuming I get there) I hope you'll tell me.

I begged Tom Riddle, I pleaded him. I told him that if they took me back he'd have to kill me.I begged him to kill me any way he liked, as far as I was concerned, he could make havoc of my body.

And he promised me that he would take my life.

But he didn't.

He did worse.

When the white tunics claimed my sick mind he laughed and kissed me while I cried.

I asked him not to let him take me and he did a terrible thing.

He ma-

well hello if you are reading this messy story thank u and i love you. first chapter tomorrow.