Dear y/n,
I've never written a letter before so I don't know how this works. I have no idea when I'm going to give you this. No that's weird, I'm not going to give it to you. I'll put it somewhere.
I don't want to write an ultra sad letter like Tony Stark did in Avengers Endgame (as a speech) or Hopper did in Stranger Things and Newt did in Maze Runner: Death Cure. The thing is, I'm leaving. And I don't know for how long.
When I saw you for the first time, and I called you leaving, you were different. The longer I have known you, the more I understand you. I am grateful to got to know you. I am grateful to be able to experience this and to experience it in the future. You completely changed me, in a good way. I see the world differently now. And you. You are the most powerful woman I have ever met. You are funny, sweet and caring. Life is full of disappointments. Just like this one.
I'm going to miss you. I know you will too. At least I hope so.
I don't want you to think about me every day. I don't want you to feel guilty. Don't wait for me because it will take even more time of your life. I want you to pick up life again after all this misery. However difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. Take a break from work. Go outside. Visit countries. Play an instrument. Walk outside and enjoy it. Put that beautiful smile on your face. You deserve to be happy.
Goodbyes are not forever, are not the end; it simply means I'LL MISS YOU until we meet again.
Saying goodbye isn't the hardest thing. It's my heart that hurts. Leaving you here, alone, doesn't feel right. But I have to.
I'll see you soon, I promise.
-Tom
One year later
I was in the park. I taught myself to play the guitar. I hum along with the sounds of the guitar. The weather is very nice outside. I sit in the grass cross-legged with my guitar on my lap. I think about last year. I've done a lot. I've been working, going on vacation and taking care of myself. What Tom's last words were. 'Take care of yourself' so I did. I think of him every day. I am curious how he is doing and when I will see him again. It's been about a year now.
I look around and see several people enjoying the weather. Little children running behind each other. Teenagers having a picnic together. A grandpa and grandma couple walking around slowly. And then I realize. That the world can be so beautiful. Without all the hassle that I go through.
I play a melody on my guitar and look around. Until I stop playing. A few meters in front of me, someone stands with his back to me. I doubt. He quickly looks around as if he's lost until he met my eyes. It's him. It's Tom. I put my guitar down and get up quickly. The wind blasts through my hair. But I look surprised because he doesn't look good. Tom has tired eyes. Torn clothes. And scratches on his face and arms.
"Y/n?" I hear him say softly.
A smile crosses my face. And a sigh of relief. He does the same. I don't hesitate for a second and run towards him. Tom opens his arms and I jumped into it. Finally after about 1 year I can see him, feel him and smell him. I can hear him crying and I was letting treats too.
"You have no idea how much I missed you" he said.
"Every day I thought of you. When I will see you again. Finally." I said with a relieved sigh.
Tom let's go of the hug and immediately kisses me. I pull of and see his face with a smile. But he looks awful.
"What happened Tom. A-are you okay?" I said worried. I put my hands in his neck.
"I don't know what happened." he said in a broken voice. "I was there and they did tests with needles and then I woke up in a dark room. And, and.." he starts to breathe harder and runs his hand through his hair. He lets a tear fall from his eye. "I had to do things, for medical research or something. I managed to escape. But I don't know anything. I don't. They made me forget things y/n. I really don't know what's happening. I'm so sorry!" He starts to cry.
"Hey sshhh, it's okay." I pull him into a hug. I let him cry in my arms as he holds me tight. My guilt shoots through my body. I was glad to see him again, but not glad I saw it that way. I thought we were done with the insane asylum. But I was wrong.
Why does it never end?
–The end
Thank you all for everything! All the love means a lot to me <3
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Action"Wait, you want me to be an FBI agent?" Tom said smiling. "Yes, trained by you. Y/n." 《Hi, I'm y/n. I'm a normal person, at least that's what everyone thinks. I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Also called FBI.》 ✓= edited Sorry for the...
