❝I NEED TO STOP WISHING THAT YOU'LL LOVE ME BACK, BECAUSE THERE'S A REASON WHY YOU DON'T LOVE ME ALREADY. AND I GUESS THAT REASON WILL ALWAYS BE HERE.❞
Rosé was irrevocably head over heels for her best friend, Tom Holland. The only problem? He...
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BLURRED LINES EPILOGUE ❝FALLING FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND IS WORSE THAN FALLING FOR THE WRONG ONE. I KNOW THAT IT SHOULD BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND, BUT IT ISN'T. YOU CAN'T FALL FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND BECAUSE HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND. AND WHAT MAKES THE THINGS WORSE IS THAT YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN THAT SOMEDAY YOU WOULD HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN FRIENDSHIP AND FEELINGS.❞ — except from tumblr
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Time was difficult and slow. In the span of the last few months he's realized the importance of it all. He realized how important time is or how precious it can be if you just put in a little effort. Because you see, you can't change time no matter how much you want it to. And sure there's that whole bullshit mumbo-jumbo that you're not supposed to rewind or fast forward time or else you'd miss this big lesson that's supposed to shape your life.
Sure, let's just say that exists and happens all the time. Let's say that every moment in your life holds some sort of bullshit lesson that's supposed to turn your life upside down — either for the better or worse, it was never specified. But sometimes that's not true whatsoever. Sometimes things just happen for the fuck of it and you have literally no choice but to watch as the decisions you make fall into place. It's almost torturous to watch it happen really.
We can lie and say that everything happens for a fucking reason, but we're wrong. See, as humans we'd like to find excuses for everything we do, blame the aftermath on something we claim is out of our reach. But in reality we're the ones to blame for our consequences. It's something all humans are good, justifying themselves for a problem they don't want blame for.
Returning back to London was something he craved. He missed his mum's tea, playing with Tessa and having late afternoon walks with her, and spending time with his brothers. As the days of filming for Captain America: Civil War came to an end, Tom found himself anticipating his return. Maybe it was because before he'd expect something or someone to be waiting for him. But now as he returned to his city there's nothing waiting for him, or at least, not what he wanted anyways.
Was it strange that returning to London did not feel like he was returning home?
For months he deluded himself into thinking that it was because he hasn't adjusted back to his lifestyle in England, that he was still fixated on this American way of life. But Tom knew how wrong he really is, that the excuses he were making were only ways to hide the actual truth that everyone around him knew.
Because home is no longer this physical place where he can go to, not as easily in his case. Home isn't a structure or a place he can return to and leave for it to still be there. No, home was a traveling thing that never returns to one place in particular, for she was walking and leaving without hesitation in her steps. Home wasn't a place anymore, it was a person, someone who left Tom wanting more and this feeling of homesickness swimming in the pit of his stomach.
