Voldemort knew I was innocent.
I was really good and innocent.
Everyone always likes me.
I was in the public eye.
Everyone always copy me.
Everything started because Voldemort was jealous.
When Krutika spoke to me in a special way when we were in 12th grade.
I asked Voldemort, “why did she do that? I think she was talking about me.”
I was in Sowmya’s house with Voldemort and Sowmya.
Voldemort suddenly started smiling a twisted creepy malicious smile.
They both were silent and then they changed the topic.
I forgot about that incident.
After a few months.
I was in MCD with Ashwin Srinivas and Voldemort.
Voldemort used horcruxes.
She was ruthless.
She was smiling a twisted creepy malicious smile.
Ashwin Srinivas was also smiling. But it was a friendly smile.
I couldn’t understand what happened.
I looked at her in horror.
She whispered in my ear that she is talking about me.
She said, “she always wears branded clothes”.
She continued smiling uncontrollably.
I went into shock.
After I came back home.
I broke down completely.
I ghosted Voldemort.
I ghosted her for a year.
She kept reaching out.
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This is the exact smile that jokers in a white cardigan smile even today.
That twisted creepy malicious smile.
They smile uncontrollably.
It’s the exact same smile.
Voldemort paved the way.
The Death eaters effortlessly followed.
I didn’t know how to speak back then.
I was heavily dependent on Voldemort.
She was my best friend since 8th grade.
My first best friend.
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