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(A/n: I'm gonna be a fucked up rn but ya'll are either stupid or it was me and how I explained this god damn imagine, but whenever I read it, it makes perfect sense if you pay attention. If you easily get confused don't bother reading cause I don't wanna see your comment about how confused you are.... sorry I've been watching Awkward all month and literally Sadie's attitude is getting to me but I've actually been a bitch my whole life so 🤷🏽♀️ DON'T READ IF YOU GET CONFUSED EASILY. Also for the readers who already read this imagine and is seeing this down, fucking read this imagine again and pay attention and if it's still confusing. Sucks to be you. Lol k love you it's probably my fault anyways 😝)
"You're so beautiful." Tom mumbled, his thumb caressing my cheek as the moonlight hit the dark room onto us. It was a perfect mood to with the muffled New York sounds in the background.
His eyes glistened as his lips were red and swollen from us kissing too much. His hair pushed back yet some of it sticked to his forehead from the sweat he had from us making love all night. He was on top of me and if you were to stand behind him you'd see his naked broad shoulders looking so good like the rest of him.
We were in our twenties and madly in love.
"You treat me so well." I mumbled back, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. Tracing my index finger down his jawline to then cup his face.
"And I'll keep treating you well if I need too darling." He mumbled back.
I smiled and pulled him down for a kiss. Our kiss was sweet, passionate, and slow. It was the kind of kiss I loved whenever we were intimate. It was the kiss I didn't know I would miss.
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"I'm so sorry Mrs. Holland but... your husband passed. He didn't make it."
I sharply held my breath and clenched my hands. No he can't be dead! He can't leave me! He can't leave us!
"No you're lying!" I snarled, tears falling down my cheeks.
The doctor frowned even more, "I wish I wa-"
"You're lying!" I yelled, throwing my hands out to punch him but luckily he was fast to move and catch my arms, pulling me close to him.
At this point I was sobbing with my face buried into the doctor's chest. I screamed and I sobbed, falling to the ground while in the arms of a Doctor.
Tom and I eloped at a very young age, twenty to be exact. His parents didn't approve is us dating so we ran off, got married and ended up pregnant with our first child. Who was scared at the sight of seeing his mother screaming and crying and punching. It was the only thing I could do right now.
