Disclaimer: Not mine, of course!
A/N: The first of ten oneshots, based on unrequited love and different pairings. Written for Kore-of-Myth's 100 pairing challenge (although I'm only doing ten pairings!)

Myrtle and Tom Riddle

Fucking water never stopped falling, did it?

That was all she heard.

Drip drip drip.

Sob sob sob.

It seemed to fall harder each day, it fell harder, pooling on the floor. She could see her reflection in it. Forever Sixteen. Some people dreamt of being Forever Sixteen.

She could see herself in that puddle of tears. Squat, pimply, thick glasses. Fat, Ugly.

Drip drip drip.

She saw him in the puddle too. Him, with his thick, dark hair and eyes like molten chocolate. Him, who had never given her a second glance.

Sob sob sob.

And then she saw those eyes. Those looming, yellow eyes. The last thing she ever saw. She could almost see him, reflected in the corner of them, and it made it bearable.

Drip drip drip.

Sob sob sob.

She had tried to screech out a final 'I love you!'

Sob sob sob.

But she gets the feeling he wouldn't have cared anyway.

Drip drip drip.

All little girls dream of falling in love, she knows that better than anyone. She wishes she hadn't fallen in love. Where's the fun, when he doesn't love you back? Love was meant to be golden, and sparkling.

Drip drip drip.

Sob sob sob.

And Myrtle learnt the hard way, that all that glitters is not gold.

Sob sob sob.

Fucking water never stopped falling. Neither did Myrtle.

Drip drip drip.