After a horrific car accident, Dalena Brimdale suffers memory loss, unaware that Tom Holland - who is the actor she currently fully fan-girl's over, used to be her boyfriend.
Just as we arrive to the airport, I see him frowning at the sight of my boarding pass. When he's sad, it really hits the heart. I curl my lips and clench my hands into fists trying my best not to cry.
He then looks at me, and there I felt the hot stream of tears slowly flowing down on my cheeks.
My brain reminds me that it's close to departure time and that I literally only have minutes to pass TSA.
But my heart begs me to stay. Screaming at the top of its lungs to take all the time in the world with him right now.
"Why you crying?" He fakes a small smile and wipes my tears form his thumbs.
"I...don't...wanna go..." I sniff and whimpered. "I feel so stupid and selfish for last night. It should have been a night where we would spend more time together rather than hear me blab about-"
"Shhh, shhh." He hugs me close as I sob uncontrollably on his chest. "Hey, hey, we're okay now, remember? All's good!"
I sniff and face him as both his hands are on each side of my face.
"I know we reconciled back at the breakfast place but I just..."
"Dalena," He wipes more of my tears. "listen to me love, you are NOT stupid. And you are NOT selfish. You're just being...you. And your insecurities and paranoia are a part of you. No one's perfect. Don't be so hard on yourself alright? I love you."
He kisses me, as I let go of the kiss and rest my forehead against his.
Damn, why does he have to say words that make me want to stay?
"Tom, I don't wanna go. I REALLY don't." I cry again.
"I don't want you to either." He begins to tear up as well, but holds it in.
"When will I see you again?" I whimper.
He pauses for a moment to think. As his eyes are lock into mine, the sadness fades and determination enters.
"In a week." He nods. "I'll come to London in a week."
I furrow my eyebrows. "Don't you have to film?"
"I do." He realizes. "But I'm going to make it work."
"Tom," I hold his hands now. "I don't want you to get in trouble."
"I won't." He winks. "I'm gonna try my best to visit you. Okay?"
As I give him one last passionate kiss, I hear a reminding announcement through the intercome that my flight was within minutes to departure.
Painfully, I let go of our kiss and hurry myself to TSA. I turn back and see him wave at me. I mouth, 'I love you', as he mouths it back as well.
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