Tom Holland Imagines

1. I hate you

Warning: mentions suicide and heartbreak, u guise might cry but idk it's prolly just me

Word count: 669 amazing words of wisdom

Author's note:
I'm gonna be mean and start of this book with really a really sad imagine.
Y/N is your name
Y/M/N is your middle name
Y/L/N is your last name
Have fun and enjoy 💞

I hate him. I hate his brown eyes that twinkle and shine ever so slightly when he says something, those eyes were the eyes I stared at every time we were together. I hate his curly locks, the ones that I ran my hands through every night. I hate his voice, his sweet and angelic voice that soothed me. I hate his strong arms, the arms that made me feel safe and protected throughout the night but now I feel free knowing I'm never going to be in them again. I hate his dorky personality, the personality that was once perfect to me, that's personality was what made me fall in love with him. I hate him, the person that I once loved so dearly, but now dreaded.

I trusted him with everything. But being the dumbass that he is, he decided to cheat on me. With his co star Zendaya. The pretty, beautiful, kind, sweet, caring, passionate, loving and perfect Miss Zendaya Coleman. She was my best friend and she knew how much Tom meant to me but obviously that didn't matter because her dumbass also thinks it's okay to make out with your best friend's boyfriend. They do have two things in common, they are both dumbasses and they don't care about my feelings or how much I would hurt if this happened.

I've been hiding in my apartment, the apartment that we once lived in together. I'm sitting on the bed that we shared our very firsts. But now all that I can think about is how dumb I was to ever think that our love would last forever. How could I be so stupid to think that I was special. How could I believe his dumb lies. I'm nothing compared to her, I'm just ugly, fat, gross, disgusting, selfish and self centered.

I can't help but think these horrible things about myself because I know they are true. Because if I was perfect then he would still be here, loving me. But no, he's not here and he will never come back for me because he's too busy chasing other girls that probably don't love him the way I do.

So I sit in the cold bathroom tiles contemplating on what to do with my life. Should I end it because that would bring me happiness or should I stay and continue to feel depressed, hurt and betrayed. The answer is pretty obvious. So now I lay, lifeless on the tiles, not regretting leaving this world because what was there to really live for. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Now he worships her body, her personality, her beauty, her passion, her kindness, he worships her. Now she stares into his brown eyes and sees it filled with love and lust, now she runs her hands into his curly locks, now she hears his voice and his words whispering sweet nothings to her, now she lays in his strong arms that keep her safe and warm, now she admires his personality and thinks it's perfect, now she loves him. Now she believes that their love will last forever, now she thinks he loves her with all his heart but really all that's on his mind is which girl he would bang next.

And now she feels depressed hurt and betrayed. She feels like she doesn't belong here anymore. There is nothing she can live for. Her life isn't worth living. She's ugly, fat, gross, disgusting, selfish and self centered. She's stupid for thinking their love would last forever. She's stupid to think that he would be loyal. She finally feels the pain that I once felt.