TOM HIDDLESTON
march 24th 2019
12:53 AM
oh good, she has no idea who i am- but now i don't know whether i could be grateful or offended. i got myself into this situation.
"it's lovely to meet you, libby french." i charmed her, she was quite beautiful, i have to be honest. she radiated this innocence and in the few moments i've been around her i have come to admire.
we both sat and drank our beers- they weren't my preferred brand, but they were better than the cheap stuff.
i told her about myself, keeping it short and honest, i told her about my job, what i've done, where i've been and who i've met. the light in her eyes never went out, she stayed focused on me the entire time i spoke. i had her undivided attention. she let me speak, articulate every word, bring small anecdotes along with each statement and she still sat and absorbed every single vowel i pronounced.
then the roles were reversed. i passed the conversation over to her, the soft edges of her golden aura glowed as she spoke. telling me about what she found a boring job, but what i found human, about her slow and steady life which was waiting to take a turn.
i felt guilty, i'd had the wonderful life, met people i only ever idolised, been in creations that would go down as historical cinematic events, won awards; all while libby had been waiting for something to happen. i wanted to share and transfer my experiences with her, give her that chance of life she never got.
"how about this park then?" i swiftly changed the conversation, aiming to steer the grief out of my heart and turn it into something positive. watching her face light up at the mention of the park was a lifetime of happiness in itself.
"well, it's more of a field, but trust me when i tell you. it's beautiful at night." she was shy, it was cute.
she had gathered a trench coat that looked far too big, and a tartan scarf that didn't match her outfit, but she pulled it off. i proceed to grab my coat off of the hook by the door, and we were off.
i asked her if she wanted to hold my hand, which in her defence was a little confusing, i would be baffled if a stranger asked me that question.
"if i remember correctly ms. french, we are going to be in love for the day." her lips parted in a gasp and her eyes light up as if fireworks.
"be careful mr. hiddleston, i might actually fall in love with you."
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eventually * HIDDLESTON
Fanfictionlibby and tom both have their countdown and are slowly anticipating their end. based off of the book 'they both die at the end' by adam silvera.
