You went to the kitchen, turning the gas on. You placed a kettle on it. Suddenly your feet became limp and you felt down, a part of your jacket cathching the fire.
That was it. Your whole life. The whole house burned down, including you. Two hours later the fire was down, but there were only your ashes.
Tom woke up somewhere on the street, feeling his heart bursting. He looked on his phone: no calls from you, but 54 missed calls from Luke and his friends.
He decided to call you, but you never answered. He started walking towards your house and seeing a crowd near it and burnt walls something hit him and he rushed towards. Coming closer a policeman didn't let him enter, asking him who he was.
"Who am I? Gosh, I'm the owner of the house, let me in!"
"I'm sorry sir, but I'm not allowed to."-the policeman answered.
"Please, tell me, where's my wife? She has left, hasn't she? I know she did, she likes walking. God, she will be upset seing this."
"I'm sorry sir, but your wife died last night in the awful fire."
"Haha! Very funny. I know, y/n wants to punish me, but this is a very bad way. Call my wife, please."-Tom said almost breaking up, his heart breaking but still smiling.
"I'm sorry for your wife, sir"-said the policeman and went in the house.
The cold wind made Tom feel the reality. He was now dead. Inside and outside. He felt on his knees and started yelling. His very life was gone and it was his fault. He killed her. The very girl that loved him with all his flaws and was so forgiving. At first he destroyed her heart and soul, than her body. His girl, his only true love was gone now.
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Fire to the rain (Tom Hiddleston X Reader)
FanfictionYour life was in ruins. That was it. You were the most miserable person as you thought that nothing can save you. But at the breaking point of your life Tom appeared right on your way and saved the day. Or did he?
