Tom's Sky (¡A Tom Hiddleston fanfiction !)

#28

Who are we if we're not ourselves?

What are we if we're not what we were meant to be?

Where are we if we're not where we should be?

Is this who I really am?

Is this who I was meant to be?

Is here where I should be?

If we're not fighting in this life for our dreams, are we just useless dreamers without purpose?

A waste of time?

Million of reasons could make me give up and leave the program the next day.

But there was this unique reason that was making me stay.

And I was afraid.

How I, an average girl, could be living this situation?

Where in the world is the logic?

She was falling to pieces.

Soon it was far away...

Too far...

His eyes were barely visible.

Was he fading away?

Or was she running away?

How can she stay away from him if he keeps showing up wherever she is, even in her dreams?

What if Luke finds out and thinks that she followed him?

Sweating, I woke up all of a sudden, my forehead wet.

''Oh God, I'm starving!'' I murmured, the room was dark and I could make out the silhouettes of the volunteers, sleeping on their beds.

Quietly, I got up, tip toeing to the side of my bed, walking to the kitchen to find some fruits.

The big hall was busy with some of the leaders, but they didn't notice her presence.

I sat on the large table with two apples and a glass of milk.

I frowned, remembering my dream.

''Is this going to become a normal thing from now on?'' I murmured, sighing and biting my lips.

''I need to stress out, it's insane!'' I said, slowly.

''Hey! Can't sleep?'' one of the leaders waved at me.

I snapped my head up, to where i heard the voice.

Smiling slightly, I shook my head at him, apologetically.

''Good luck'' he said, smiling and headed to the bed's room.

There was a lot of movement outside the tent.

People were still working at night, around the camp.

I opened my book, once more, to keep reading until I could feel sleepy again.

I was always carrying a book, wherever I went.

I glanced up for a moment, after a few minutes of reading... or maybe were hours? the room was empty, I was left alone, then I saw Tom, from afar, walking into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, sleepily.

I felt frustrated with myself, for losing the line of my thoughts, whenever I saw him.

I was praying that this wasn't so visible and obvious.

He didn't see me yet, so I grabbed the apple left, closed my book and got up slowly, to go outside, but when I turned to go out, Tom spoke.

"Are you running away from me? You've been doing that the whole day, isn't'' Tom asked, behind me.