Masquerade Madness : T. Holland

6

May, forth, 1900. That was the date of your wedding day. You'd always remember walking down the long aisle with your father by your side. Your older and younger sister crying as well as your mother. You'd remember how Tom looked at you with so much affection it shocked you.

As the two of you were exchanging vows you heard your older sister whisper "I can't believe Y/N is getting married before me." and a muffled ow as, you could only assume, your younger sister elbowed her to shut up.

You'd remember the roaring blush that popped up across your face as he kissed you in front of everyone. Your heart felt like it was going to explode as the two of you sprinted down the aisle while everyone clapped and cheered.

You'd never forget the soft little thank you Tom whispered in your ear as he pulled you into a hug. Or the fact that the two of you began giggling like children when you pointed out that both of you were crying your eyes out. "Well excuse me if I got overwhelmed when such a beautiful lady was agreeing to be my wife till time indefinite."

"Flirt." He beamed and winked as he gently wiped away your tears.

The days following your wedding were nothing short of hectic. The king had passed away in his sleep, Paddy had gotten ill, and Tom had his coronation to become the king of England. You'd gotten used to not being shown much time or even seeing your husband days at a time. You'd fallen into the habit of slowly crying yourself to sleep at night.

But this night was different.

The one huge door opened, casting a large warm glow in the dark bedroom. Curiosity struck, urging you to get out of bed. The door was shut just as quickly as it opened. "Hello?" You wavered out, stopping in the middle of the door and the bed. You could just make out the shadow that was slumped against the door. "Get up." You beckoned. Holding your hands out.

A pair of cold hands weakly grasped onto your warm ones. "I'm so sorry." Tom choked out. You guided him to sit on the massive bed, patiently waiting for him to calm down. Minutes passed and he just sobbed, his breathing was uneven wheezes, and he just repeated sorry over and over again.

You still stood in front of him, listening to his breathing pattern change as he slowly calmed down to a few sniffles. "I've been a god awful husband. I've neglected you."

"We will be okay," you soothed, "It's perfectly fine to be depressed."

"I feel like I'm going to vomit. I can't stop worrying about Paddy. And I don't know how to rule anything, I can't even get a dog to listen to me. And all of it doesn't justify how I treated you."

You decided that silence was all you could offer as he ranted on for awhile. "You need sleep." You interrupted him close to the end of his rant. He nodded and you crawled over to your side of the bed.

"Y/N?"

"Mhm?" You felt a weight upon you. He quickly kissed the top of your head, then he laid his head on your chest. He hugged you tightly and you ran your fingers through his messy curls. "I love you," you breathed out but all you got in reply was soft snores.

How bou dah for a chapter?
I dunno about this one 😐
Writer's block sucks