Tom Holland/Peter Parker Imagines

Tom Holland- Ghost of you

TOM
"Youngblood thinks there's always tomorrow. I miss your touch on nights when I'm hollow. I know you crossed a bridge that I can't follow." I sang as I sat at Y/N's grave, tears streaming down my cheeks as I tried not to get frost bite.

Looking at her headstone, I sobbed. I missed her so much. She was my best friend, my partner in crime. The only regret I have is not telling her how I felt about her.

You see, a year ago, I was filming Spider-Man: Far From Home. I had just finished filming, so I was free to head home. Getting on my private plane, I had been super excited to see my best friend Y/N. She had been feeling sick and ended up in the hospital for about 6 months prior, so I knew that coming home would make her happy. One thing I had been hoping to do was tell her how I felt.

I had a massive crush on her. Every time she got a boyfriend, I was jealous that I wasn't the one kissing her. But when she ended up in the hospital, I was the one who stayed by her side for most of the time. The only time I didn't see her was during filming for Spider-Man, although I did Face-Time her every day. As she got worse and worse, I had been pressured by my brain to tell her. Every time I attempted to tell her, I'd chicken out or someone would come in and unknowingly interrupt.

Getting off the plane, I quickly put my bags into the car and raced to the hospital, unable to hold back my excitement to see her. I missed seeing her beautiful face every day. I missed hearing her horrible dad jokes. I missed making her laugh.

I had planned to tell her. I was going to tell her that I liked her. Even if she didn't like me back, I would have a free conscience knowing that I told her.

Arriving to the hospital, I hastily walked inside, going straight to her hospital room. As I approached her room, I saw her mother and father, both of them looking as if death had fallen among them.

"Mr Y/L/N? Is everything ok?" I asked, watching as Mrs Y/L/N broke down into more tears.

"She's gone Tom." Mrs Y/L/N gripped my arm.

"What. W-What happened?" I was almost dropping my jacket as I broke down crying, just as much as Mr and Mrs Y/L/N.

"S-She...her heart gave out. That's all we know." Mrs Y/L/N broke down more, hugging me as I was also couldn't stop crying.

For the next 3 hours, I sat besides Y/N's body as I sobbed and cried, unable to stop, feeling all of my emotions all over the place.

"Since the love that you left is all that I get. I want you to know that if I can't be close to you, I settle for the ghost of you." I sang as I held a few flowers in my hands, my forehead on the headstone as a tear slipped, my thoughts invading my head.

"I miss you more than life." I cried more, unable to stop my breathing from going faster.

"And if you can't be next to me, your memory is ecstasy." I took out a photo of Y/N and I at a summer fair a few years ago. Holding it to my chest, I closed my eyes, trying to relive that day one more time.

"I miss you more than life. I miss you more than life." I cried once more before standing up, giving her headstone a quick kiss.

I walked away from Y/N's grave again, having visited it every 1-3 days after her funeral. On my way outside the cemetery, I greeted Mr and Mrs Y/L/N, hugging both of them, before I let them go and visit Y/N.

I had definitely changed since her death. She was my entire life. I made movies in hopes that she'd watch them. I loved attending her family dinners, as she'd constantly get herself into joke battles with her father. I loved when she visited set, how the directors of my movies constantly enjoyed her joyful demeanour.

I also loved hanging out with her. She almost always invited Zendaya and Jacob, but even when we were alone, hanging out with her was fun.