Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines (under extreme revision)

~ Leaving You ~

Non-binary! Reader

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You were sitting on your couch, staring at nothing, the chatter coming from the television was the only thing that filled the silence of your apartment but your mind, no, memories from a year ago echoed through your head loud and clear. You were fine, you were perfectly okay with waiting for your boyfriend of 8 years and surprising him with a nice dinner for your anniversary, wearing your best outfit to hopefully impress him despite being together for so long. But clearly, the night you planned ahead crumbled into broken shards as soon as he came in the door. 

Thomas Sangster, your childhood sweetheart and a kind, hardworking man entered into the shared apartment with an emotionless look on his face but you didn't mind it as you welcomed him with a loving smile and giving him a hug to which he gave no response to. 

"I know that you told me to not bother but I couldn't help it! It's our 8th anniversary and I just wanted to make you happy so I prepared this candle-lit dinner for us. Doesn't it feel like a 5 star restaurant? Just you know, without snobby rich people." You joked as you gently grabbed on his wrist to pull him to the dinner table where a candelabra and a pretty flower arrangement sat in the middle with plates positioned as elegantly as possible. You knew that he was working too many shifts at his job and he would probably tired as soon as he gets home so you settled with a dinner to alleviate his stress and tiredness. However, he didn't budge from where he was standing. His shoes planted into the floor as he stared at you with seriousness and maybe a bit of sadness? 

You wondered why as you asked, "Is something wrong, Tom?" A small comforting smile etched on your mouth while his pulled into a thin line before letting out a sigh as he lifts his wrist from your touch, bringing that hand to sort through his hair. 

It was silent for a good amount of time but when he suddenly spoke out, you immediately wished he didn't. 

"I think we need to take a break, Y/N." 

Your smile froze and your heart dropped down to your stomach at his words. 

He must be joking with me.

"Yeah yeah good one, Tom. I swear my food's good! I cooked it all to perfection!" You laughed awkwardly as you scrunch your nose while looking at his eyes, pleading for him to revoke whatever he just said. 

"Y/N, we should take a break." He said, eyes now filled with regret as he saw your eyes losing the light it had and your shoulders drooping down. 

"That's- that's not very a good joke. I don't like it, Tom. You don't mean that, right? Tell me Thomas, tell me you don't mean it." All your calm resolve was slowly breaking down, feeling your throat constricting as you struggled to believe him. 

"Come on, you and I both notice the space growing between us. I barely have time for you and you're just eating up even an ounce of affection I show you, it-it's just not healthy anymore. This break should help us find that love we once had, right (nickname)?" He explained, moving towards you with his hands outstretched to touch yours but you took a step back, shaking your head in denial. 

"I don't understand, I thought we... I'm fine with it Tom. I get it, you're busy and I'm okay with that, I don't mind waiting for you. We don't have to take a break, Tommy. Please." You managed to say before feeling your breaths coming out fast, eyes stinging with tears. 

"That's the thing, Y/N. You don't get it. It's not working for us anymore, I don't feel the same thing that you feel for me and I don't want that for you. For us. Please, Y/N. I want to live my life just without someone clinging onto me every time I want to." 

Your bottom lip quivered, trying to stop a sob coming out of your mouth while tears were continuously fell down from your eyes. You didn't understand, you did everything that you could to make him happy but why wasn't he? Why didn't he love you anymore? Why didn't he want to kiss you so feverishly like he did before? 

"I did everything, Thomas..." 

"Everything but leaving me alone. Let's not make this harder for the both of us, Y/N. I don't like seeing you cry, please?" Thomas said as he once again tried to reach out for you but you backed away, looking him straight in the eyes, wanting him to see what he did to you. 

"You... 8 years. We had 8 years together and even longer than that when we were children but you want to just throw it all away?" Your voice cracked and you wanted to do nothing more than to just lie down and bawl your eyes out. Your heart felt like it was being stabbed by small needles all at once as you watched the man you love break it into undistinguishable pieces. 

"Okay Thomas, since you're already begging me to do so. Let's break up. If you truly feel that way then we shouldn't be together anymore. I don't want to waste my time loving someone who would only be the reason why I wouldn't believe in love again." 

"Y/N..." Thomas pauses, his voice strained as he struggles to find the words to say to you. "I'll get my things tomorrow, I'm sorry." 

He turned around and started walking away from your apartment, from your life, and onto his car that drove away quickly. You sat onto your couch, loud sobs emitting from your throat, the ones that you tried so hard to suppress. 

Meanwhile, Thomas, who was driving his car suddenly stopped a few blocks where he knew you couldn't see him anymore and slammed his fist angrily onto the wheel. A few tears escaping his eyes as he recalled your broken state, eyes rimmed red and your fisted hands trembling onto your side. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug you tight, whispering words of comfort and love onto your ear but he couldn't. Not anymore

He shut his eyes tightly and only wished to himself that he still loved you but he knew. 

He knew that leaving you would be the best option.