What dreams may come (a Tom Hiddleston story)

"You need to tell him"

4 days later
"Well you seem to have warmed up a bit to him." I say with a smile as I look at Mary.
We sit in the big couch in our hotel room, watching a movie and having a friend veg out evening, the last 4 days we spent together all 3 of us, and the nights I have spent with Tom.
This evening he had an appointment, a dinner meeting with his puplicist Luke and some director, he said I was welcome to come, but that it probably would be boring, so I chose to spend an evening with Mary instead, we are not going to see each other before tomorrow, and I seriously think my poor private parts need a day off.
"Yeah okay, he's actually sweet and quite charming when he is not being a freak,  and he's obviously crazy about you , but Sophia have you told him the reason for the journey? Not that you wanted to meet him, but the other reason". She looks at me questioningly.
I sigh and feel a stab in the heart. "No Mary, it's not something you blurt out, it is a hard thing to just say".
"You need to tell him, if I am not mistaken, he is about to fall in love with you, actually I think he already has, it is not fair to keep it from him." Mary looks sadly at me.
I know she is right, I shouldn't have started this relationship, knowing that I have to finish it when we go home, I have not been fair or honest with him.
"Sophia, I understand you, I can follow that you would like to spend the next three weeks with him in total bliss and pretend that everything is normal, but think of what you'll do to him?" She sends me an apologetic smile.
I nod slowly. "I know Mary, I know, but I've got to find the right time and the right way to break it, it is kind of a difficult subject."
"Just do not wait for too long, he should be allowed to choose how much he will be involved." Mary says gently.
We sit in silence, then she looks at me again. "How are you anyway? Any problems? Any pains ?"
"Only a little headache and a little dizziness, but otherwise I feel fine." I say and smile reassuring, and I have felt good lately.
We spend the rest of the evening watching movies and don't talk anymore about the subject, Tom sends a sweet message before he goes to bed and I answer that I miss him, but Mary is right, I have to find a way to tell him.
I sleep miserable that night, thinking and thinking about how I should tell him and when I finally sleep I have nightmares.
In the morning, I'm not ready to tell him, I still don't know how to get in on the subject, so I'm putting it of for another day in the hope that it will be easier.