Broken Home - a Thomas Sangster Fanfic

The Worst Things Happen To The Best People

Payton's POV

•••Time skip••• (about a month)

I still can't remember hardly anything. They say it will take a while, but it's so frustrating. I know my memories are still here, but they are just out of my reach. My name is Payton. I loved Tommy. I can't remember my mom or dad's name for the life of me. Tommy is sitting with me on my couch at my house. My mom said we have been living here for a few months, but the place feels so foreign.
"Tommy? What's my mom's name?"
He grins. I think he likes that I know his name.
"Her name is Lily. Lily Mathews."
"I suppose my full name is Payton Mathews? It doesn't sound right.
"No, you kept your dads last name."
My dad? I've never though about my dad.
"Why is isn't he here?" I search Tommy's eyes for the answer.
"Your parents split up. You were really upset. You were almost always upset." He looks away. He seems to be on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." I was always upset? What happened to me?
"Tommy, what happened to me?" A tear threatens to fall down his cheek.
"To many things." The tear falls. "Your parents divorced, you lost your memory, your best friend died, and your dad died last week." He says, and grabs my hand. I almost pull away, but I don't.
"My dad... He died? What happened?" I start crying too. I don't remember my dad at all, but it still feels wrong.
"He was sick. He started getting better, but he was so weak that when it returned, it finished him off." He plays with my fingers. Tears block my vision, and I furiously wipe them away.
"What did I do wrong?" I lean my head on Thomas's shoulder. He puts his arms around me and pulls me closer. "Sometimes, the worst things happen to the best people."

Thomas's POV

"Sometimes, the worst things happen to the best people." This poor girl has been through so much. I wish there was some way I could heal her, but I know there's no going back. I hate myself for hurting her further. I wish there's some way I could try to make it up to her, but nothing I can do would even scratch the surface. We sit in silence for a while. She starts to slid down my arm, and I catch her before her head hits the couch. She is sleeping. Her face is calm, free of her worries and sorrows. Her eyelashes are laced with tears. She is so beautiful when she sleeps. I brush her hair out of her face, and her eyes open.
"I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to wake you up." I whisper. "Do you want me to bring you to your room?" She sits up and rubs her eyes.
"No, I think I'll be alright."
"Do you want to go to Starbucks?"
"Sure. That's the place with coffee, right?" A stab of pain hits me in the chest. She won't remember how we met.
"Yeah. Shall we?" I scoop her up, bridal style. She giggles and throws her arms around my neck. I kiss her. Her face is wet with tears, and her lips are soft and smooth. I pull away, and she grins.
"I love you, Tommy."
"I love you more." I kiss her on the nose.
"I love you most." She gently grabs the sides of my face and pulls me closer. This time, she kisses me.

[Edit]
Hey you. I wrote this fic over two years ago and haven't written a single one since then. Do you think I should pick it back up again?