BORN TO DIE ╱ DRACO MALFOY
꒷꒦ · ˚.‧ . written by ella . . . © -lostgardens
034 ━━━━━ ❛ the chamber of secrets ❜

Olivia was so ready to be in there, yet so ready to be out and in bed.

Slowly, they made it past the barrier. Potter began climbing down the small, old, dirty ladder, and Olivia followed. And after ten steps down, they dropped to the hard floor, landing on their feet, and Olivia's eyes darted all around, examining the infamous place with a curious gaze.

She studied it quickly, trying to take in as much as she could before she didn't have the chance to. The dampened air was gross on her skin, but she tried to ignore it. The room had a green hue, most likely from all of the bacteria and grim that were coating the walls distastefully. It wasn't like she imagined it to be. She wasn't sure how exactly she imagined it to be, but she knew this certainly wasn't it.

Potter took a few slow steps forward while Olivia continued to look around. Her face was twisted in disgust as she studied the open-mouthed snake heads that lined the walls, looking at each crack and crevice, wondering why she decided to join Potter and Weasley on their little rescue mission. The snake heads were huge, and she knew that she could probably fit her whole being in the mouth of one easily. The heads lined the stone path all the way to the front, where an even bigger man's head with long hair and a beard made of stone was carved into the wall. She supposed that man was Salazar. He kind of reminded her of Dumbledore from afar.

Both students stayed quiet as they walked forward, trailing the length of the wet stone path, leading to Salazar's head. The water reflected the stone carvings onto the ground, but that wasn't what either of them were paying attention to. There, lying on the ground, just beneath the hard gaze of the man's bust, was Ginny Weasley, unconscious.

"Ginny," Potter muttered, picking up his pace. After a moment of silence, he began sprinting over to the girl, and Olivia followed with large steps, too tired to run. Potter threw his wand down on the ground, which Olivia thought was stupid of him, and he dropped to his knees next to the girl. "Ginny. Oh, Ginny, please don't be dead," he continued. "Wake up. Wake up!"

Olivia felt a chill go down her spine as she stopped beside the boy and unconscious girl, looking down at them from where she stood. Her magic began to tingle even stronger, and she felt odd. She didn't know how to describe the feeling entirely, but odd was certainly part of it.

She felt eyes on her as Potter said, "Please wake up."

"She won't wake," a voice said, startling Olivia.

Olivia quickly drew her wand, pointing it at the boy who had appeared out of nowhere. She narrowed her eyes, trying to get a better look at him, and then she realized... No, it couldn't be. Could it? It wasn't bloody possible. Tom Riddle, maybe sixteen or seventeen, stood just in front of them, his hands behind his back, clad in his Hogwarts robes, and looking ever so calm.

The true Heir of Slytherin was there. But how? How was he there and still so young?

Potter quickly looked up as Riddle stepped forward, keeping his arms behind his back. He looked so calm, like none of this was fazing him. Which it probably wasn't. Olivia knew the stories of the infamous Tom Riddle, the orphan boy who grew to be one of the greatest dark wizards in history. She knew all about him, yet she felt like she was in the dark about everything.

"Tom. Tom Riddle," Potter addressed the teenager.

Olivia looked at him with furrowed brows. How did he know who Tom Riddle was? Well, he was the man who killed his parents, but still, she thought that he only knew him as Voldemort, not his birth-given name. But wait, there was no fear in his voice, so perhaps he had only known him as Voldemort. Curiouser.

"What do you mean she won't wake? She's not..." Potter asked, sounding confused.

"Potter," Olivia warned, giving him a sideways glance; her wand was still raised.

"She's still alive, but only just," Tom informed him, both boys ignoring Olivia's warning and her raised wand. Riddle continued over to the three young students, staying calm with his steps and expression. He was just like he had been described in the stories.

"Are you a ghost?" Potter inquired, still not realizing that he was looking at the young face of his parents' murderer.

"Does he look like a ghost?" Olivia scoffed, dropping her arm. There was no point in having her wand pointed at the boy; he didn't seem as if he were going to do anything, and her arm was growing tired as well.

"A memory preserved in a diary for fifty years," Riddle answered, once more ignoring Olivia's words.

Ah, that was how it was possible. Curiosity dawned on Olivia at his words.

Potter didn't seem to blink at Riddle's words, and he bent down to touch the Weasley girl's pale skin. "She's cold as ice," he said, placing the hand he had touched her's with on the ground. "Ginny, please don't be dead. Wake up!" the boy pleaded.

Olivia watched him closely, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small movement. Facing Riddle quickly, she saw him pick up Potter's wand, and so she drew her own once more, pointing it square at his chest. Riddle didn't even blink as he continued to stare at Potter.

Olivia didn't know what to do. She knew that Potter wouldn't believe her if she tried to explain who Riddle was; knowing him, he'd probably shush her again and ramble on about more important things. Riddle seemed to have something up his sleeve to do with Girl-Weasley, and if she hexed him or cursed him, then they wouldn't know how to wake up the girl. Plus, even if she did hex or curse him, it might not work, and they'd be left with a mad Tom Riddle, a still-unconscious Weasley, and a confused and concerned Potter.

"You've got to help me, Tom. There's a Basilisk," Potter begged.

"It won't come until it's called," Riddle explained.

Oh.

Potter looked up at Riddle as Olivia stepped closer to the girl lying on the ground. Her wand was still raised as she shared a glance with Potter as he slowly stood. "Give me my wand, Tom," Potter instructed, the realization finally dawning on him as he spoke calmly.

Ignoring the hand Potter stuck out, Riddle twirled the wand between his fingers. "You won't be needing it," he admitted. "And you, silly girl, won't be needing yours either." He finally addressed Olivia, giving her a careless look that made her blood boil as she narrowed her eyes.

"Listen, we've got to go. We've got to save her," Potter continued, pointing down at the redhead. Maybe he hadn't realized, like Olivia thought. She was so close to groaning in frustration at Potter's blindness. How could he not see?

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Harry," Riddle admitted. "You see, as poor Ginny grows weaker, I grow stronger." A small, barely-there smirk came onto the teenager's face, sending a chill down Olivia's spine. Was that how she looked when saying things like that? It was unnerving; no wonder people were scared of her. Potter gave him a curious look. "Yes, Harry," Riddle continued, sounding amused. "It was Ginny Weasley who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

"No. She couldn't. She wouldn't," Potter breathed out.

"It was Ginny who set the Basilisk on the Mudbloods and Filch's cat." Riddle took a breath. "Ginny who wrote the threatening messages on the walls."

Just the Muggle-borns and Filch's cat, not Tommy. Olivia's suspicions about Daphne were confirmed, and she sighed, slightly disappointed. Her heart ached, and she swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to keep the tiring arm that her hand held her wand with raised.

"But why?" Potter sounded confused.

"Because I told her to," Riddle said nonchalantly. "You'll find that I can be very persuasive." He sounded so sure of himself, so arrogant, that it made Olivia sick. How could one be so full of themselves? She knew people thought she was, but never to this extent. Never when talking about harming others. "Not that she knew what she was doing. She was, shall we say, in a kind of trance," he explained. "Still, the power of the diary began to scare her. And she tried to dispose of it in the girls' bathroom, and then, who should find it but you?" He took a step to the right, standing in front of Olivia with his back to her. "The very person I was most anxious to meet."

"But why did you want to meet me?" Potter inquired, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Olivia sighed, wondering when he was going to get it through his thick skull.

"I knew I had to talk to you, meet you if I could, so I decided to show you my capture of that brainless oaf, Hagrid, to gain your trust," Riddle replied, continuing his sidesteps while his eyes stayed locked on Potter.

"Hagrid's my friend!" Potter retorted as Olivia lowered her wand. "And you framed him, didn't you?"

"It was my word against Hagrid's," Riddle replied. "Only Dumbledore seemed to think he was innocent."

"I'll bet Dumbledore saw right through you," Potter said, lowering his voice with a smirk on his face.

"He certainly kept an annoyingly close watch on me after that." Riddle sounded so annoyed that it almost put a smile on Olivia's face. She didn't particularly like the Headmaster of Hogwarts, but she was glad he ruffled Tom's feather's a bit. And to think this arrogant piece of... was Tommy's namesake? It was pathetic. "I knew it wouldn't be safe to open the chamber again while I was still at school, so I decided to leave behind a diary, preserving my sixteen-year-old self in its pages so that one day I would be able to lead another to finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work," he elaborated, causing Olivia to glare at the back of his head.

Noble work, my arse. "Salazar Slytherin was a fool," Olivia spat, moving forward to stand next to Potter as he said, "Well, you haven't finished this time."

Tom glared at both of them, no doubt noticing the Slytherin emblem on Olivia's dirty robes. He looked disgusted as he looked her up and down, but he did focus on her much longer. He looked back at Potter, who was taking a few slow steps forward.

"In a few hours, the Mandrake draught will be ready, and everyone who was petrified will be alright again," Potter clarified.

Tom let a snarky smirk take hold of his face as he stared at the boy. "Haven't I told you?" he questioned. "Killing Mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore." He paused, not blinking and let the information sink in. Olivia furrowed her brows, confused as to why he was doing what he was doing then. "For many months now, my new target has been you," he declared, his face falling flat.

Potter seemed shocked by this, taking a step back, and Olivia rolled her eyes.

"How is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time?" Riddle took a step back, a menacing look on his face as his heated gaze stayed on the boy in front of him. "How did you escape with nothing but a scar"—he lifted the wand to brush away some of Potter's hair—"while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?"

Olivia held back a chuckle, knowing that it wasn't the best idea to laugh at one of the most powerful wizards ever. But he sounded so hurt, and it was so amusing. A great wizard like him was so upset by the mere thought of being destroyed by a baby? It was wonderful—that and the fact that he had been destroyed by a mere baby.

"Why do you care how I escaped?" Potter asked, growing irritated. "Voldemort was after your time."

Olivia muttered under her breath, bringing her hand to her forehead as she shook her head in disappointment with the fact that Potter still hadn't realized who he was talking to. It was so bloody obvious!

Tom sneered before smirking. "Voldemort is my past, present, and future." He quickly turned, lifting the wand as Olivia looked up. He began writing something in the air, the words glowing a burning, fiery orange. Tom Marvolo Riddle, he wrote. His name. With a wave of his wand, the letters scrambled, forming new words. I am Lord Voldemort, it read, causing Olivia's brows to raise. She knew he was Voldemort, but she didn't know that his name was an anagram. It was kind of brilliant.

"You..." Potter breathed as Riddle turned around. "You're the Heir of Slytherin." He had finally realized, and Olivia was ready to jump for joy. It took him long enough. "You're Voldemort," he added, staring at Riddle. Then, with a blink of an eye, he turned to face Olivia. "And you knew?" he asked, sounding angry.

"I tried to warn you, but you ignored me," she retorted, giving him a bored look.

"Surely you didn't think I was going to keep my filthy Muggle father's name?" Riddle sneered, capturing the two's attention. "No. I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak when I became the greatest sorcerer in the world."

"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world!" Potter shot back, taking a step closer.

Olivia laughed, trying to contain the noise by putting her hand over her mouth. "Do you truly believe that?" she asked as Potter turned to her, looking annoyed. She just continued laughing. "Come on, Potter, you shouldn't be that dull. Dumbledore is powerful, yes, but not the greatest."

"Finally, the first smart thing to come out of your mouth," Riddle interjected, straightening his spine a bit. Olivia quickly stopped laughing, giving him an offended look. After a moment, Riddle went to speak again, but before he could say another word, Olivia stepped in front of him.

"Potter, you can't believe a word the old man says," she began, throwing up an offering hand. "Voldemort—Tommy, here, is pretty powerful, you have to admit that. Even Dumbledore has to admit that. And yes, I know, Tomster killed your parents, and he's a coward, and I'd rather see him dead than alive, even as a teenager, but he is powerful." She shrugged. She had no idea what she had just said, and she was sure she had hit her head or something.

"He's right behind you, Olivia," Potter muttered, giving her a confused look.

"Yes, and I don't care," she replied with a small, knowing smirk. Turning to face a fuming Tom Riddle, she kept that smirk on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I steal your moment?" she asked, fake sympathy lacing her tone. And when Tom narrowed his eyes, she laughed again.

"You must be a Mudblood," he sneered with disgust. "Only one would be foolish enough—"

"No, I'm pureblood," she interrupted, brushing past him when something caught her eye. She made sure to bump his shoulder along the way, not caring if he got offended or not. It wasn't every day that she got to backtalk a dark wizard, let alone Tom Riddle in the flesh. She definitely hit her head on something; she was losing it!

Huffing out an annoyed breath, Tom fought back the urge to hex her. "Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me." He glared at Potter, sounding as arrogant as ever.

"He'll never be gone... not as long as those who remain are loyal to him," Potter retorted, sending a narrow-eyed look at Olivia over Riddle's shoulder.

Olivia was amazed by how easily those two had moved on, pretending as if she weren't there at all or that Ginny wasn't on the brink of death. But before she could ponder that thought for too long, the screeching of a bird sounded throughout the chamber, catching all of their attention.

Turning around quickly, Olivia watched as a slightly familiar red bird—a phoenix—came flying in. Dumbledore's phoenix. It was certainly looking better than the last time she had seen it (the day she went home to bury Tommy).

The bird flew towards Potter, dropping something in his hands. It wasted no time in flying back to where it came from, and they all went quiet, just watching it. Olivia took a few steps forward towards the two boys, trying to get a look at what Potter had gotten. He began to unravel the dirty cloth, and it was just... the sorting hat? Really, that was all Dumbledore could give him? A musty old hat?

"So this is what Dumbledore sends his great defender?" Riddle sounded amused. "A songbird and an old hat."

"Yeah, you would've thought it would be something a little more exciting," Olivia murmured, not missing but ignoring the eye roll Tom sent her way. However, she did not ignore him as he walked over to Salazar's head. She quickly followed him, looking up to watch as he gave her an annoyed look and lifted his hand in front of him.

Without another wasted second, he began hissing out words, speaking in Parseltongue. Olivia understood it, and she knew Potter did too, or at least he should. Tom was calling upon something. The Basilisk, no doubt. The stone began rumbling, reminding Olivia of when the rocks had almost taken her and Potter out, and Riddle turned to the boy behind them with a malice smirk.

"Let's match the power of Lord Voldemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin, against the famous Harry Potter," Riddle echoed as the mouth of Salazar's head began to open. Olivia quickly moved out of the way, not wanting to be in the path of what was coming for them.

A low growl came from the opening, causing Olivia to back up even further. Potter and Riddle focused on it, waiting for the Basilisk. The giant snake snarled as it made its way out of the entrance, and Potter began to run. Olivia just watched with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. Should she help Potter? Should she say where she was and let him fight it on his own? She didn't know.

When the snake came out beside Tom, he spoke to it in Parseltongue, telling it what to do. "Parseltongue won't save you now, Potter," he called out, watching the boy continue to run down the stone path. "It only obeys me!"

And with that, the Basilisk growled, taking off towards Potter. The boy sprinted as fast as he could, trying to escape the beast. Olivia made her way over to stand next to Riddle, not caring about the curious look he was giving her. Then Potter tripped, and Olivia sighed. She could barely see him anymore, but she could see enough to let her know to be embarrassed—of him and for him.

The Basilisk hung over him, ready to follow its commands and destroy him, but the screeching of Fawkes—Olivia believed that was his name—rang through the chamber once more. She moved closer, trying to get a better look, as the phoenix flew down, landing right on the beast's head. Fawkes fought against the large snake, clawing at its eyes.

"No!" Tom shouted as Olivia watched in amusement. "Your bird may have blinded the Basilisk, but it can still hear you," he sneered, growing more and more frustrated by the second.

Potter got up quickly, shouting, "Olivia, help me!" while the Basilisk tried to regain its strength.

Olivia just stood there as Tom looked at her. She, once again, didn't know what to do. She didn't want the blood of the great Harry Potter on her hands, but even if she did help him, she might still have the blood of the famous Harry Potter on her hands. It was a lose-lose situation, and she'd rather not do anything.

All she could think of to do was try to ease the Basilisk—maybe distract it a bit so that Potter could get away. So she took a deep breath, preparing herself to reveal her secret to two more people, one of whom was Tom Marvolo Riddle. "Stop, get away from him!" She hissed in Parseltongue, causing Riddle's eyes to narrow. She hadn't expected it to do anything, and she definitely hadn't expected the giant beast to turn to her, stopping for a moment. It couldn't see her, but it could still hear her.

Potter took this as an opportunity to get away. And he ran.

"You're a Parselmouth," Tom rightfully accused. Then he seemed to think to himself as Olivia went over to the Weasley girl, who was still unconscious on the ground. She searched over her, looking for any signs of injury, as Tom came up behind her. "What is it that Potter called you? Olivia?" he asked, not expecting an answer. Olivia turned to face him as he looked down at her. His furrowed brows relaxed as he studied her. "I've just realized who you are."

She stood up, creasing her brows as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Olivia Mallard, am I right?" he asked, raising his brows. He didn't wait for an answer. "You're destined for great things, Olivia. Many great things," he prophesied. "So why are you helping, Potter?" He narrowed his eyes, taking a step forward.

"I am not helping him," she retorted, almost sounding offended. "And what do you mean I am 'destined for great things'?" she questioned. "Careful there, Riddle; you almost sound like Dumbledore."

He scoffed, turning around just in time to see Potter running back towards them. Potter fell to his knees next to Ginny, causing Olivia to move out of the way. "Yes, Potter," Riddle began, focusing back on why he was really there. "The process is nearly complete. In a few minutes, Ginny Weasley will be dead," he explained as Potter placed his hand on the girl's. "And I will cease to be a memory." He paused, and the boy turned to him. "Lord Voldemort will return—"

"What a shame; you're so much better this way," Olivia interrupted.

"...very much alive," Riddle finished, not paying mind to the girl's words.

"Ginny," Potter muttered, the sound of a roar and breaking water cutting him off.

The Basilisk swung its head back and forth, clearly irritated with Potter. It continued to roar as Olivia stupidly took a step forward. Potter got up, running over to the discared sorting hat, catching Olivia's attention. He grabbed something from it—a sword. She twisted her face in confusion, wondering when that had gotten there. He lifted the sword at the Basilisk. Though the beast didn't see it because, well...

Potter ran around where Olivia and Tom stood, splashing water with each harsh step. Then he climbed the stone head at the front as the two Slytherins just watched. The Basilisk must've heard the boy's movements because it raised its head, hovering right in front of Potter and his sword. Potter hastily swung the metal at the snake, missing by a few inches. He continued to do this as the beast growled.

The Basilisk dove forward, hitting its head on the stone, breaking it, and barely letting Potter escape. Then it did it again, not hitting the boy again as he hung on with one hand. Potter helped himself up with both arms, climbing even higher on the stone as Olivia watched intently.

Once he was at the top of the stone head, the Basilisk met him. Potter swung the sword again, not hitting the snake. It moved forward again, trying to hit the boy, causing him to fall back with a shout. Potter quickly stood and continued his duel with the monster.

Soon enough, Potter was knocked to his feet again, and the sword almost fell to the ground, but he scrambled to grab it, saving it in perfect time. He lifted the sword, all mighty, like a hero, and plunged it through the roof of the snake's mouth and through its head, causing it to roar loudly.

Olivia's jaw dropped. She was quite surprised by the boy's skills. Potter pulled the metal from the snake's head, and it roared in pain, swinging its head back and forth, trying to stop it. Then it fell to the wet ground with a booming thud, dead as it splashed some water onto Olivia's robes.

She glanced over at Riddle, seeing the half-defeated look on his face. He clenched his jaw tight, looking up at Potter with a large vein fighting against the skin of his neck.

After a moment, Potter climbed down from the stone, wincing and limping in pain, a bloody sword in hand. His steps became slower and slower as he continued, going past the dead Basilisk. He dropped to his knees, right next to the girl on the ground.

"Remarkable, isn't it—how quickly the venom of the Basilisk penetrates the body?" Riddle asked as Olivia noted the long, blood-at-the-tip tooth Potter dropped on the ground. It must've been the Basilisk's tooth. "I'd guess you have little more than a minute left to live," he admitted, no sympathy in his cold voice at all. "You'll be with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Harry." He looked down at the boy as Olivia walked closer.

Potter looked down at Ginny, placing his hand on hers.

"Funny, the damage a silly little book can do," Riddle continued. "Especially in the hands of a silly little girl."

Potter moved his hand off of Ginny's, grabbing onto the book she had clung to in her grasp—Tom's diary. He flipped open a page, throwing it to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked, confused.

Potter picked up the tooth, grasping it tightly in his hands as he looked at the older boy.

Then it hit Tom and Olivia. "Stop! No!" they both shouted. He didn't want to be destroyed, and she wanted to know what he had meant by his words. You're destined for great things.

Potter plunged the tooth into the paper of the book, not giving either one of them a second to stop him. It spilled what looked like ink. Or perhaps it was blood? Or maybe even venom? Olivia didn't know, and she didn't care. Her gaze fell on Tom, who stood beside her.

Tom moved forward, trying to stop Potter. But the blinding light that spilled from his chest seemed to hurt him, and he stopped. Olivia, caught up in her thoughts, didn't know what to do. She seemed to never know what to do when it came to important matters.

Potter dug the tooth into the paper deeper, causing Tom to scream loudly. Olivia watched carefully as Tom began to be destroyed. She felt the tingling of her magic dying down, and a piece of her—something that made her feel alive and stronger since she had gotten into the chamber—slowly disappeared. She hadn't realized the feeling until just then, and now it was fading in front of her eyes.

Removing the tooth from the paper, Potter watched as Tom moved forward—a last grab to try and stop the boy. Then he plunged it into the other side of the journal, digging it in just as deeply as the first time. Tom continued to scream as Olivia watched in horror.

Tom's face began to break out into light just like his chest, and he brought his hand up to it, screaming in pain. Potter removed the tooth again, watching closely as Riddle continued to be destroyed, breaking away into a blinding light. The younger boy flipped closed the journal, then dug the tooth into its front.

And that was the end of sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle—the Voldemort-to-be.

He burst into a bright light, causing Olivia to shield her eyes, and she somewhat watched the last of him disappear from sight. The feeling she had since entering the chamber no longer lingered. Her magic no longer tingled her skin, and she felt empty.

In an instant, Ginny woke, gasping for breath as the color returned to her skin. Slowly, she sat up as Olivia watched where Tom had once been. Now there was nothing, just an empty space where a person used to stand.

"Ginny," Potter said, catching both girls' attention.

The Weasley girl turned to face him, while Olivia looked down at them. "Harry... it was me," the redhead admitted, scooting closer. "But I swear, I didn't mean to. Riddle made me," she breathed out. "...and," she paused again. "Harry, you're hurt." She noticed the wound on Potter's arm.

"Don't worry," Potter reassured. "Ginny, you need to get yourself out. Follow the chamber, and you'll find Ron," he instructed, glancing back at Olivia. Ginny did the same, giving the girl a wide-eyed look. "You as well, Olivia."

Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, but before she could retort anything, Fawkes screeching cut her off. She looked up, watching the bird fly down and land next to the two Gryffindors. The phoenix got close to Potter, looking him in the eye.

"You were brilliant, Fawkes," Potter praised. "I just wasn't quick enough."

Olivia rolled her eyes, tired of playing hero and ready to lie in bed. She wanted to sleep for days and not wake up until she needed to. If only she could do that. She watched as the bird leaned forward, dropping a few large tears on Potter's wound.

"Of course," Potter gaped, looking at his now-healed arm. "Phoenix tears have healing powers." He turned to the bird. "Thanks." He looked between Olivia and Ginny for a moment, then said, "It's alright, Ginny." He gave the redhead a small smile. "It's over." He glanced down at his arm again, then back at the redhead. "It's just a memory."

And with that, the three followed the path of the chamber, found Lockhart and Weasley, one of which had worked on moving some of the rocks (hint: it wasn't the blonde one), and then they grabbed onto each other, flying right out of the chamber.

"Amazing!" No-memories-left Lockhart called out as Fawkes flew them higher and higher. "This is just like magic!"

Olivia remained quiet. It was good that he was dead; she kept reminding herself the whole way back. He was vile, cruel, and evil; it was good that he was dead. Still, she wanted to know what he meant. You're destined for great things.

She was destined for great things.

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━━━━ ella's speaking !
ngl i was struggling with writing this chapter—idk why tho bc i was so excited to get. but besides that, i think it turned out good !!

i hope you enjoyed! make sure to comment and vote 🫶🏻

kisses.

━━━━━━━━━━ born to die,
© -LOSTGARDENS,          oct 2023

word count: 5218. written: 10.17.23. published: 10.19.23.