all i wanted was you. // t.r

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August 1953, London

When she had accepted that he probably wouldn't leave anytime soon, she sat down on a chair in her kitchen.

He sighed. "Okay Rebecca, look, I know it's really late, it wasn't my intention to show up late, but I'm a busy man. You know? I'm just here to make things right." she ran her hand over her face and then looked at him questioningly. "To make things right? What are you talking about?"

He sat down too. "Our things. Becca, you can't tell me you've forgotten everything. Don't you remember?" her heart warmed when he said her nickname.

In the first shock she hadn't noticed it at all, but now? She realized how she had missed his voice. His monotonous, cold but at the same time soothing voice.

"Of course I remember. But that's in the past. I mean, look at me, I'm a grown woman, living life. I-" she ran a hand through her hair and looked at him. "I don't understand why you're coming here after 8 years. You spied on me, literally driving me insane. Do you have any idea how scary it can be? Why now?" he licked his lips before speaking.

"You told me you never wanted to see me again. And I respected that. For a long time. But I couldn't help but realize that I missed you. Believe me, I didn't want to admit that either. I did want to talk to you sooner, but then found out you fled. Well after that I wanted to find you again, which I have. But I guess I was just too scared to be rejected again afterwards." She nodded. "I had every right to. If I need to refresh your memory you-" he shook his head and held up a hand to stop her.

"No. You definitely don't have to. I just thought that after all these years maybe something has changed. I don't know what's wrong with me I-" she cut him off.

She didn't want to hear this sentimental monologue any longer. It just wasn't Tom. She didn't know him like that.

"What do you want? Why are you here."He looked at her a little uncertainly, but then quickly sat up straight and crossed his hands.

"I want you to come back."