You were a spy working for Dumbl*dore, working against the very cause he was sworn to serve. Tom's loyalty wasn't just a choice - it was a bond, a sworn allegiance to a dark and dangerous order. As a De4th Eater, he carried the weight of expectation and the scars of choice. The truth hung between them like a blade, sharp and unforgiving.

The cold stone walls of the dimly lit room seemed to close in on you as Tom’s words hung in the air, sharp and unforgiving. His usual composed demeanor was gone, replaced by something raw—something that hurt more than you could have imagined.

“Tom, please... don’t do this,” you pleaded, your voice trembling as tears threatened to spill over. “Come back.”

He stood with his back turned, his profile sharp and unreadable. The silence stretched painfully before he finally spoke, his tone bitter, almost cold. “You’re lucky I loved you once,” he said, his words cutting through the room like a knife. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be here right now. You used me.”

You took a step forward, desperate, even as the truth of his words stung. “Like you haven’t used others, Tom,” you shot back, a flicker of defiance still burning in your chest despite the ache.

Tom’s jaw clenched, and when he turned to face you, his eyes were dark with hurt. “But I loved you,” he said, his voice low but filled with something deeper, something vulnerable. “I don’t think you quite understand. I’ve never felt like this before… and I never will again. Not after you.”

The weight of his words hit you like a tidal wave, and all you could do was stand there, feeling the crushing truth of what you had done. The love he’d once given you, now replaced with a cold, unyielding distance.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, your voice breaking as you wiped away the tears that had finally fallen. It was too little, too late, but it was all you had left to offer.