They couldn't take her away again, they wouldn't. The light of his life just had flashed on his way - literally and figuratively -and he most definately would not let anyone stand on their way anymore.
How many ways can possibly exist to lead bound souls close to each other? Thousands, millions, billions and more. There is always a road leading to one's beloved, but the road can only be spread before us if we don't seek to find it. That makes calamity of so long life-the pain of being reminded of pain.
Wondering could lead Tom nowhere, he needed to go for her, to fight and win her. But who could he fight if his only rival was himself. After all, he was the unfaithful and ignorant. He was the cause of all her pain, and now he had hurt her, yet again unconciously. As if mental pain and depression wasn't enough, he had caused her a broken leg and concussion. Perfect for a person, not having anyone to take care of her.
She was laying on a hospital bed, so pale and thin. Dark circles under her long-lashed eyes, dry lips which he hardly could help kissing, sleeping seemingly peacefully. This was before they wanted to take her. An agent of her level couldn't be put in a normal hospital, and moreso, near a person who had been so close to her. But the question was rather between "had been" and "is". Would she ever forgive betrayal, even if there was years long devotion after? Would it be considered as weakness or strength?
Whatever the answer was, it was hidden from him at the moment. And the alcohol in his blood combined with lack of a night sleep had been causing him an uncomfortable headache by now. Nothing could save him but a coffee.
This was the chance for N.F. to take Y/N from this not-really-private hospital. He didn't want Tom to be there or to stand on his way, besides, he could just as much forget about the accident by the next day. Hours of being near her and holding her close had been enough for him but never for Tom, could they really be? He had just got the love of his life back, he was complete for a time being. But yet, he would never let her go by his own will, and the man needed to take her away. Away from society, from its outer side.
And he took her. By the time Tom was once again by her bed the latter was empty and made up, only her faint scent flying in the air, defusing into more and more molecullas of air, despite from her absence. If not the scent, he would think this a sick joke of his imagination, although she felt so real in his arms, his lips pressed into her hair. He knew, they took her once again. Away, away from him, from the grasp of his love. But they could never keep her away, for they were destined to always find each other.
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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?
