He sat at the window, watching the waves crash into the shore. Everything was quiet, and there was an air of sadness floating around the apartment.
As he sat there wondering what he could have done differently, a silent tear escaped from his darkened eyes.
Why did I have to leave?
She was his everything, and yet he gave her up, and for what? For a stupid role that nobody would care about anyway.
Fucking stupid, Tom.
He considered calling her, but he knew she wouldn't pick up. Tom hated himself for what he did to her, how hurt she must have felt, and the fact that he thought that it was the right thing to do. He hoped she had recovered, moved on. He hoped she was happy again.
The things he had said to her, though. Those words haunted him.
'If I could stay, I would, believe me. This role is the most important thing to me right now, it's the best thing for my career, it'll skyrocket!' That wasn't like him. And yet those were his words. 'Wait, no, I didn't mean like that, it's just- Y/N, I have to go. That's final. If you don't want to come with me, then... What? No, we aren't over, don't say that. Y/N-'
It was his fault and he knew it.
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Tom Holland: Short Stories
RomanceA bunch of small imagine type stories, oneshots, scenarios etc. Mostly fluffy, lovey stuff but there might be some angst or other stuff. My PMs are open for requests, so ya. ▪ Tom Holland ▪ Peter Parker/Spiderman ▪ Arvin Russell
