TOM HIDDLESTON
march 24th 2019
06:43 AM
i was sat behind libby at my dining room table, we were both squished into one chair, my head was rested on her shoulder and my arms where wrapped around her waist.
watching as she jotted down a few bullet points on a blank piece of paper.
"what are you writing about?" i ask her, keeping my voice low and soft. she turned her head towards my face, pressing a kiss to my temple. "i'm writing a bucket list." she spoke into my skin.
i peered down on to the list, where her neat penmanship was jotted down in words and phrases.
our day - march 24th 2019.
• dance on the beach- done
• kiss in the park- done
• kiss in the rain-
• write letters and post-
• bake in the kitchen-
the title of the list, melted, cracked and sealed my heart all in the space of a few seconds. 'our day'. she wanted to do this with me by her side, and i felt the exact same way.
"we've done two out of five so far." i stated the obvious. libby swivelled around quite quickly looking me in the eyes. "you want to do them with me?!" she asked bewildered.
"why yes? why wouldn't i?" she went nervous after this question. a blush arose on to her cheeks, and she attempted to look away from me, i beat her to the chase and softly clutched her chin, turning her face to be opposite mine.
"i would love to complete this with you- you hopeless romantic." i kissed her lips once more, and pulled away before she could continue it further. she pouted her lips at me expectantly, and how could i not give in. once again- time didn't mean anything at this moment in my life- i just wanted to live.
we were nearly seven hours into the day, the last seven hours had been the best yet the worst hours of my life- i was madly infatuated with the idea of dropping everything and spending time with this wonderful woman, yet utterly terrified that by the end of today- we both will no longer exist. i don't want this to happen, i wanted to perish at a old age; with grandkids bustling around me, climbing over their favourite grandad. i want to experience my own path, my own adventures.
i was pulled out of my thoughts when libby spoke from her chair. "i'm scared, tom."
"so am i lib, so am i."
YOU ARE READING
eventually * HIDDLESTON
Fanfictielibby 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.
