It's All Coming Back To Me Now (Thomas Muller one-shot)

Promise?

-Fine then. Go! See if I care. - I yelled at Thomas.

-You know what! I'm done with all this fighting. So long. - he replied in such an angry voice that I never heard. He slammed the door behind him.

I walked to it and hit it with my fist.

'God, I hate him.' - I thought but collapsed at the door, crying so much that I thought I'd drown in my own tears. - 'I'm not going to waste my time with him ever again. He doesn't deserve it.'

After that whole dramatic scene I refused to go out of my house for a week. I didn't go near his things, although I wanted to set them on fire. I didn't even go to the bedroom because of all the painful memories. I just slept on the couch and ignored every phone call. I called in sick for 2 weeks and thankfully my boss was very understanding (that and I hadn't taken off time for 3-4 years).

Another sleepless night was upon me. So I decided to turn on the TV...big mistake. There was a gossip segment of how Thomas Muller was now again single. Even seeing his face on the screen triggered my rage. I went to the bedroom, threw all his belongings on the floor. Looked around for a box, so I could put them in it and drop them off or I could just throw them out. As if he cares.

As I was searching, I stumbled on a photo of us...looking happy and in love. I could just feel the tears forming into my eyes. It was all too much and I threw the photo across the room. The glass shattered into a million pieces. I was devastated - that's what happened to our relationship, he threw it away and left me with a shattered heart. Why did he have to go out to that damn club? Why did he have to drink so much? Why was he so attractive that girls couldn't keep away from him? All these thoughts were racing in my mind and I didn't even realise I was picking up the glass pieces. I heard the bell ringing, which caught me by surprise and I cut myself. My hand now had a mix of blood and tears. Just perfect...And who the hell would ring at this hour?

I went to open the door not even caring in what state I was. And there he was. Looking at me. He immediately pulled me in a big hug.

-Mary, what happened? You're bleeding! - I could feel the scared tone of his voice.

-What do you care, Thomas? - I hissed.

-Let me look at it.

-No. - I stepped back but he jerked my hand.

-Don't be stubborn. - he said looking at it. - Well at least there isn't glass. Come on, let me put a bandage on it. 

I was so tired that I didn't even feel like arguing. He led me to the kitchen, opened the drawer and got out some rubbing alcohol and bandages. For a moment I just stared at him, how did he always know what to do? How did he knew where everything was? God, why was he so perfect.

-Okay, this may hurt a bit. - he rubbed some alcohol on the wound. I flinched a bit but I tried to hide it. Not the time to look weak in front of him. He wrapped the bandage around my palm and tightened it, so the blood would stop. Then he took my hand and kissed it. I tried to remove my hand but he put his other hand on my waist and tightened his grip.

-What happened, Mary? - there was a seriousness in his tone.

-Nothing. I just cut myself. I'm alright now. So you can go. - I said harshly. - And let me go.

-I won't. I'm not letting go until you tell me what happened.

I tried to break free but his grip just tightened even more. He whispered in my ear: 'You can hit me all you want. I deserve it - but I'm not letting go, until we can talk calmly.'

I hit his chest several times but he didn't move or flinch. I could feel new tears coming. I hit him again and again and yelled:

-Why did you ruin everything? Why did you break my heart? I loved you and I still do and you don't deserve it.

-Just let it all out. - he said with his calm voice that made my heart skip a beat.

-You see that stupid picture there. That could have been us now...but now it's broken. And it's all your fault, Thomas. I hate you.

I hit him and cried again and again, but he didn't move a bit. He just held me until I almost collapsed from exhaustion. Then he put his hand on my chin and made me look up to him.

-I love you. I'm so sorry for what I did - I know how hurt you are. But please forgive me. I love you so much, I won't ever do it again. I promise. - he was on the verge of tears, too. - Please, forgive me.

-Damn it, Thomas. Why do you have to have that look? So I can't stay mad? - I replied annoyed.

-Please tell me you forgive me. - his eyes were so pleading. Just like the first time he wanted to kiss me. He had the same look of hope. The smallest gestures triggered all of our best memories. I guess he remembered that moment, too. He leaned in and kissed me with so much passion. It was a whole new sensation - it was sweet and emotional but just different. There was such a longing in his kiss. Damn, I promised myself I'd be strong but he made me weak in the knees.

-I miss you, Mary. Please take me back. I can't live without you. This week has been a torture without you. - He pulled me close and I started sobbing.

-Thomas, I miss you, too. I...I'm just so...confused. - I stuttered but I knew that I should forgive him. Deep down in my heart I knew he was the love of my life.

 - Okay, Thomas. Let's give it another shot? - I barely recognized my own voice as I uttered those words.

-Really? Oh, Mary...I can't believe it. I love you! - and then he slammed his lips into mine again. Before I knew it we were in the bedroom, passionately kissing as if the world was ending tomorrow. I could barely recall the next morning if what happened was a dream. But when I saw Thomas sleeping next to me and it all came back to me. I snuggled into his arms and kissed his cheek. He barely opened his eyes, pulled me closer and whispered:

-I love you. I'm never letting you go ever again!

-Promise, Thomas?

-I promise. - he replied.