Thomas Sangster, Robbie Kay, Peter Pan, and Newt Imagines

120) Never Forget - Part 3

A/N: This part three was requested by a lot of you readers that I could even mention.

Thomas Sangster X Reader

(Y/N) stormed out of the ballroom, not caring if anyone was giving her rude glances. She felt hot tears on her face. She just found out that Thomas remembered her, but he didn't tell her.

But why?

(Y/N) felt the cold night air at her face. She was out of the palace and out in the open. She could hear Thomas calling her name, as well as Katherine. She didn't want to speak to anyone of them. She just wanted to go home, take her things, and leave. She didn't know where she was going to stay but she wanted to be away from Thomas.

(Y/N) jumped when she felt a hand on her wrist. She was expecting for it to be Thomas but it turned out to just be Katherine.

"Katherine please let me go," she begged. "I just want to be alone."

"As your best friend I am not leaving you alone!" Katherine argued. "Just listen at what Thomas has to say."

"How could he lie to me all this time?" She sobbed.

Katherine didn't know how to reply to her best friend. She just hugged her tight as she cried in her shoulder. She soothed her best friend until Thomas came into view. He walked towards them and placed his hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"Get away from me!" She hissed at him.

She slapped his cheek and continued to storm off.

"(Y/N) please wait!" Thomas begged.

(Y/N) kept on walking as if she didn't hear him. She wiped away more hot tears that were flowing on her face. Hadn't she been a good wife? Hadn't she been patient with him? Didn't she give him the space that he wanted?

Was she still enough for him or not anymore?

Thomas rushed to her side and blocked her way. He held her tightly on her shoulders, refusing to let her go. (Y/N) didn't have the strength to break free from his grasp.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't know how."

"That's the worst bloody excuse I've ever heard!" She was starting to break free from his grasp.

"I was confused," he admitted. "I know I don't deserve you (Y/N). But hear me out, that would be enough."

"Fine. Explain!!" She exclaimed.

"When I went to town, I met Isabella."

"Isabella," (Y/N) scoffed.

"She filled my head with all these false stories about you and me. Then when my memories came back, I had to decipher what was real and what wasn't. She told me that I love her and that my marriage with you was breaking apart."

"You believed her?" Her voice broke. Her mind was picking up the pieces. She finally understood that that letter she saw wasn't about her but Isabella.

"I'm ashamed to say I did. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"When were you even planning to tell me?" She said softly.

"Tonight," he said. "When we get back home."

Please will you come home?