The museum was unusually overcrowded from the outside. This seemed strange to her for usually there are few people in Hermitage in winter. When she made it to the doors she noticed that most of the people were paparazzi.
"What's going on here"- she thought, pressing the ticket gently onto the guard machine. Although there was crowdy in the yard, there wasn't anyone in the museum itself. It was weird, but she liked it. The paparazzi practically meant death for her. If she weren't dressed in a huge hat and glasses they would probably recognise her being the dead wife of the Tom Hiddleston.
But now she seemed to be safe. This was an unusual feeling for someone who's constantly supposed to hide from people not to be recognised or followed. But as much as the loneliness was soothing for her it was also awfully familiar. She was completely alone. She didn't have a friend or a neighbour, even an enemy. She didn't talk to anyone except from her bosses for 8 years straight. She was nothing. A shadow, walking up and down the dark streets of the city, trying not to be noticed. Hiding her feelings but yearning to tell somebody about a bad day at work.
She didn't see any point. It was all in vain-her job, her life, her feelings. Sometimes she was thinking about suicide, but that didn't make any sense as well.
Thinking about her dead inner self, y/n suddenly bumped into a man. She looked up to see a pair of familiar ocean eyes. The man was smiling, but his eyes were empty.
"I'm so so-" he was about to apologise when he noticed something familiar "I think I've met you somewhere".
"Оставьте меня в покое!"-She said and ran out.
He immediately recognised the voice, but he wasn't sure enough. He tried to follow her, but soon he lost her.
She was devastated, so was he. After all the years apart he still managed to shatter her heart just in a second. She closed the door and felt to the floor. Just like all those years ago.
He was distracted. He didn't even manage to get up from bed. He was lying there, thinking about her, about the accident, about the familiar voice. Could it be her? Could she be alive?
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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?
