The Death Of Me [Tom Hiddleston x Reader]

Part XII

It was a long night, you've been on the road for hours. The lines drawn in Tom's forehead never left. You were worried and you can't stand seeing him like that. Your eyelids became heavier. Everything went black.

"[Y/N]."

The voice feels so close but looking around, you can't see anything. You were alone in the darkness.

"[Y/N]."

"Who's there?" Your voice cracked.

"If I tell you who I am are you coming with me?" The voice sent chill all over your body, it felt so cold - Freezing cold. "Will you leave Tom? Tell me, what you have that made Tom disobeyed my orders? Are you really worth it? Is your Love really worth it? He will suffer if you continue this."

Then your eyes opened, you can feel sweat falling from your forehead. It was just a dream. The sun was rising and you were in an unknown room. It was big, the bed was comfortable, the decoration was old like you were in a 17th-century house. You can hear the ocean wave crashing against the shore, you were somewhere in the countryside. Standing up, from the window you can see Tom on the balcony watching the sunrise. Embracing him from the back, thoughts run through your mind.

"Good morning, darling," Tom said pulling you into his arms.

"Good morning." You said as he took a peck on your lips. His lips curve into smile caressing your face. His smile was way wonderful than the sunrise that you couldn't help but smile too "What?"

"I'm just admiring something more beautiful than any sunrise." Tom softly said, answering your question.

"I think, it should be the other way around." You said encircling your arms around his neck "Where are we?"

"We are in my old house." He started "When I was still human I live here with my family for few years. I would come here once in a while just to think what was I before I became immortal. Before I start collecting souls."

"What were you like?" You asked massaging his nape.

"Me? I was..." he stopped as he couldn't put his thoughts into words "how should I say it?"

"Come on, tell me." You plead.

"Fine, I was ambitious, kinda arrogant. I'm the worst person you will ever met. A part of me always felt empty and craving for life. I never care for anyone. I was selfish." Tom answered.

"Then what makes you who you are now?" You asked you felt sad for him.

"I got this obsession with death and I was fascinated how life can end in a split second. I was fascinated with life that I'm taking it from the others. [Y/N], I'm..." taking a deep breath, Tom rested his forehead against yours "I'm a murderer and I want you to know that I am not proud of who I was."

"That was the old you. The Tom I know is gentle, caring and full of light." You said brushing your nose against him.

"Light?" He asked chuckling.

"Yes, because you are like the sun in my morning sky and the moon in my night sky. You said you took life from other people but for me, you're the one who gave me life."

Tom's lips broke into a  smile, he never heard someone said that to him. His eyes sparkled against the ray of sun. Like the ocean, you found peace by just looking at him.

"Why did I just met you?" He said lacking you in his arms "Why now when everything is complicated?"

|End of Part XII|