“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.” WITH MOB!TOM
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“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”
Hiding yourself behind the late door and starring into the eyes of a love lost wasn’t a dream but a reality. A strike of thunder made this late night visit even more movie like. He was soaking, his white shirt see through now and his tie hung loosely around his neck. All the fabric clinging to his body. A body you once clinged to. His nose was bruised and dry blood laid under it and above his eyebrow. He held a wince on his face, either from pain or from the cold you couldn’t tell.
“Please Y/n, can I come in. Please.” His begging could barley be heard over the storm and over the initial shock still buzzing in your head. Without a word you open the door more and he steps in with a nod. He stays in the entry way as you fetch a couple of towel from the hall closet, still not saying a word. As he dries himself off it surprise him by handing over an old pair of his sweat pants and his favorite England teams shirt. As he grabs the items his cold hand brushes against yours, goosebumps spread over your entire body, it’s been months since you’ve felt his touch.
“Thank you.” He mumbles before he walks the familiar halls of your flat to the bathroom. He notices all the photos of the two of you are gone, taken down probably thrown away. Little does he knows they’re in an old shoe box at the top of your closet. You could never fully remove him from your life, never. After he changes he walks into the kitchen. You’ve been overly generous to him already and even more so once he notices the two cups of tea on the counter.
“I got this out.” You finally speak and push the small understocked first aid kit toward him. He looks down at his and nods placing a hand on it.
“Thank you.” He says. He didn’t know it’d feel this awkward, he didn’t know you’d be this kind. He didn’t know what he expected.
“Y/n, I-“ he goes to speak again to explain himself before your soft voice cuts in. A voice he use to fall asleep to the sound of, a voice to angelic you had to have been sent from above to him.
“Don’t Tom. Just fix yourself up and leave, again.” Your Final word “again.” Cuts deep. He looks down at the red box in his hand and steaming cup of tea before him. All familiar items in a familiar place.
“No. I need you to know. Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.” his confidence at the beginning of his words falters near the end. He can’t bring himself to confess what he’d done months ago. As he raises his eyes toward you, you can help but realize what he’s confessing.
“You-you lied?” You question in disbelief, your grip loosening on the warm mug. He nods and sets around the island so he’s in front of you now. You both hold the expressions that’s about to fall into a fit of tears.
“I love you Y/n. I love you so much. And I’m out now, I’m free and if you want me, I still really want you.” He finishes and some tears fall. He places a not as cold as before hand on your cheek and as you lean into it he thinks he’s gotten the girl of his dreams back. That she believes his truth and will remember the love they shared.
“Tom you left. And I’d be lying if I said I waited for you.” You respond pulling your cheek away and looking down at your hands. His brown eyes follow and he sees the large ring on your left hand. A ring that he was suppose to place there. A ring he gave up for the mob, a girl he gave up for the mob who didn’t wait.
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