IMAGINE (Loki, Adam, Tom, Thomas Sharpe) one shot

Sir Thomas Sharpe 5

The lights have already gone on at that time. Thomas Glide, penetrate a wall of your room. He looked at you were crouched down, hugged your knees, your head drop, and you were shaking, sobbing. Thomas knew you were not usually like this. As seconds, his anger built up and exploded towards the crimson skeleton figure. It was groaning, its voice hoarse. "What the hell did you do to her?" Thomas yelled, raising his voice. "OUT!" he yelled again. Its let a sound of groaning again, the figure dragging itself on the floor and disappear.

You looked up when Thomas yelled toward the figure, until its eventually disappear. Thomas was about to go in the direction of you but both hear footsteps rush towards the room and Thomas vanished in a blink.

"Elena, are you alright?" your father run to reach you. He was worried. "I'm fine. I felt something in the dark, that's all." You said, little sob. Your father hugged you for a moment. "Don't cry, hush." He patted your back. You pulled away and your father kissed your forehead "Try to sleep, okay?" you nodded and he leaved your room.

Instantly, Thomas showed up in front of you. He looked at your eyes glinting with fear and anxiety. You felt melting when he placed his hand behind your head and cradled it, holding you and pressing you closer. You felt it seemed this time Thomas appeared he was getting more solid. You cling to him as if it was for your dear life and he hold onto you even tighter. Thomas start to rock us gently back and forth, trying to calm you down. Thomas nuzzled his head into your hair, breathing in the sweet honey scent (you used hair mask of this scent, before you write this story), thanking the Gods that you are fine. Thomas doesn't know what he would do with himself if he lost you. He cried silently into your hair. He knew you will speak when you have calmed down and is ready to. Silence filled between both of.

"I apologize." Thomas broke the silence ""Did she frighten you?" he asked. You nodded a little. "She?" you inquired. "Enola, she meant no harm. She said she just want to help you, you were look for your cellphone, palpate on the bed, and your hand met hers. Is that true Elena?" Thomas asked. "Yes, it's all true." You replied. You sighed, Enola was his wife. You pressed your head again closer to his chest and Thomas embraced you, until you fall asleep.

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As time passed...

Thomas has learned to forgive his self, forgive his sister, accepted everything that has happened. He has simply giving up his doubts and his feelings of guilt and already resting in God promises of forgiveness.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

-Khalil Gibran-

In your dream, Thomas held our hand as he said "You, my sweet friend, my Earth Angel, is an honest to goodness and you are one of the ways that God's love is made manifest on the planet. Your wings may be invisible to most. But I see who you really are. I see the beautiful light you shine in the world. My after-life is much brighter because you are here. I wouldn't make it, if it's not because of you. Thank you for everything, Elena."

Thomas cupped your face and kissed the top of your head. "I am watching over you. I will see you in a few decades." Thomas smiled and hugged you for the last. You lightly sobbed as tears fell from your eyes. But you were glad Thomas is now rest into the place of refreshment, light and peace.

You woke up in the morning's hush, you remember most of your dream and you knew it was real.

When he's gone, the pieces of your heart are missing him and the days feel like years when you're alone.

You often visit his grave, bring flower for him and prayed. You leaned in your head on the headstone. It smells just like him.

The face you came to know is missing. You can hardly breathe; you need to feel him here with you. Truth is, I miss you, Thomas.

You stepped into your room, you realized just how quiet the room was when you were alone. You sat down at your favorite perch on the window ledge, the marble was cool beneath you as you shifted to bring your legs up onto is as well, as you gazed out over the window, listening to drizzle of rain.

Everything you do, reminds you of him. You keep yourself busy with things to do, but every time you pause, you still think of him. Missing him is your heart's way of reminding you that you love him.

The end.