Tom Riddle, your cold and distant boyfriend. That was until you died. Tom has counted down every hour, minute, and second since your passing. He knew you were struggling he just didn’t realise how bad it was until it eventually happened, you jumped off the Astronomy tower. The only thing left of you before your moments were the note, a poem. A poem written for Tom specifically, he refused to read it until today, he knew it would make him weak. So, after class Tom sat in the Slytherin common room, he made sure no one would see him being so weak and then, he read it.

“I will meet you at the Graveyard.” were the last words Tom read, he shed a tear and quickly put his shoes on. It was way past curfew but he needed to go to your grave, it was the only way he could get over this. He needed to be with you.