Letters To You || Tom Holland X Reader (ON HOLD)

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THIRD PERSON

Tears cascade down Tom's face as he throws the pen down and pushes the paper away.

His hands fly to his face, his elbows propped on the desk.

The only thing you can hear in the dimly lit room are sobs of a broken man. Sobs full of hurt and longing. Full of regret and confusion.

Then the sobbing turns to whimpering. Then eventually silence. For a few minutes that's all it is, silence. And then there's a bang. And another bang.

Tom slams his fists on the desk repeatedly until he stands up. And then its silent for a moment before he screams. A loud, deep scream.

And then it stops as quickly as it started. He hangs his head low, letting a few more tears fall.

He stands for a moment before looking towards the doorway and going through it. From his bedroom he walks to Cameel's room.

He knocks as calmly as possible, but they still come out loud and annoyed.

A weak "go away" comes from the other side.

"I-" Tom swallows the lump in his throat. "I am not going to go away. You are coming out of your room right now and we are talking this out like a family." His voice comes out loud even though he doesn't mean to.

"You have five minutes. I expect you to be in the living room. No, you will be in the living room." He doesn't wait for a response before walking to the stairway and going down it.

He walks into the living room. On the couch, a blanket is over a lump. The lump sobs, it feels hurt and lonely.

"Isaac, darling, sit up. Please."

The sobs don't stop, but the blanket moves to reveal a head. And then the head has a body as it sits up. Tom's figure moves to sit next to him.

"Dad." Isaac's voice breaks as his arms reach around his father's neck. His face falls into the man's shoulder, making the cloth of the shirt Tom's wearing wet.

"I know." Tom's arms wrap around Isaac's frame so that he holds him close.

They stay like that for a while. In the comfort of each other's arms.

"What do you want?" A sharp voice cuts through the silence.

Both boys look up to see Cameel. Her face is red and swollen from tears.

"Sit down." Tom says, him and Isaac letting go of one another. Cameel sits down as Tom stands up.

He steps infront of the couch and looks his two children in the eyes.

"What happened?" He asks, his voice showing signs of defeat.

"I miss her. I get random memories sometimes. Usually they go away as quick as they came, but sometimes they stay. And it just overwhelmed me this time. And things are happening in my life that I want a mom for. Is that so much to ask for?" Cameel asks, a few tears escaping her glossed over eyes.

"It's not." Tom softly smiles at his daughter before looking to his son. "Now why would you mess with her?"

"It's not my fault she's sensitive."

"Really? You're crying like a bitch."

"Cameel!" Tom screams. "Do not say that again! Issac, why would you mess with her?"

"Maybe because I'm jealous. Maybe im jealous that she has memories of our mum. I don't. I didn't have a mother more than a day of my life. Cameel got years."

"Issac..." Tom sighs, "You both lost the woman that would mean the most to you."

"I have memories. That doesn't mean I knew her, or got to really talk to her. We both aren't going to have her for our big life events. She missed my first boyfriend. She'll miss your first girlfriend. She'll miss both our weddings, children...everything. We're both in this together." Cameel reaches out for Isaac's hand.

He takes her hand."I miss her and I never really had her."

"I know. I'm sorry you don't have any memories of her."

"I'm sorry I lashed out at you."

"It's okay. You're my brother, we're family, we'll always love each other."

Tom smiles at the sight in front of him.

Dear Y/N,

Maybe we will be okay without you.
We still miss you so much, though.
I'm lucky to have you in my life. The memories I still have.
Everything. You.

Our kids made up.
They're already amazing people, and I'll make sure they continue to be.

Your husband, your love, your soulmate,

Thomas

I hope you're distancing yourself from other people. I hope you're healthy and not sick.

This is the first (and probably the only) authors note I've done at the end of one of these. Please, please, be safe.

Remember, you going outside doesn't only affect you, it has an effect on everyone you interact with as well. Please be safe.

This is a scary time.

I love you.