You stared him in disbelief, trying to comprehend what he had just told you. If it hadn't been for the pure shock of it all, there would be tears pressing against your eyes, just waiting for the first opportunity to escape. Tom raised his eyebrow ever so slightly, obviously expecting some sort of reaction from you. The problem was: you didn't know how to react. You didn't know what to say.
The pain, which was more of a sudden ache, started to spread slowly in the pit of your stomach as you replayed his last words. "Y/N, I think we should break up."
He had said it with such ease. The words fell from his lips like he hadn't realized the severity of them, which made it hurt even more. You could practically feel the gears in your head turning, trying to react or at least form a sentence. Tom had been your boyfriend for over two years, but being in a relationship with an ever-growing actor hadn't been easy. Once you had tackled once obstacle, you seemed to stumble over another. Because of these ups and downs, it felt like much longer than two years. You had often envisioned your future together - something the two of you would discuss quite often actually. It stung like something you hadn't quite felt before that it was so easy for Tom to throw it all away.
"Y/N," Tom licked his lips, looking at you impatiently. "I think we should break up." He states again, almost as nonchalantly as before. Hearing him repeat it as if it hadn't hurt enough the first time, finally sparked a reaction within you.
Shoving the untouched plate of lasagna you had prepared for dinner away, you stood up from the stool and stepped back from the island that took up most of the room in the apartment kitchen. "Why?" Out of all the emotions and things you wanted to say, that had been all you could muster.
Tom closed his eyes for a second too long, and you could tell he had hoped you wouldn't ask. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked at you for a brief second before his eyes flickered away. "It's just for the best."
You shook your head in denial, stumbling backward as if to get away from this nightmare. It had just been a few weeks since Tom told you he wanted to be with you forever.
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Zipping up your makeup bag, you tossed it into your carry-on with a deep sigh. You had been visiting Tom in New York City while he was filming for Spider-man: Homecoming. However, your stay was coming to an end and neither of you was happy about it. You jumped when a pair of arms snaked their way around your waist.
"Don't scare me like that!" you scolded as you leaned into his touch. Tom just chuckled, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
"Don't leave," he spoke softly, almost a whisper. "Please?"
You sighed once again, turning around in his grasp. Looking into his innocently pleading eyes, it was a lot harder to admit you had to leave. "I have to leave, Tom. My flight leaves tomorrow morning at 8:00."
He shook his head, the corner of his mouth curving into a soft smile. "Change it."
"Babe, I-"
"Darling, please. Just change your flight so you can stay longer. Stay with me, please? I want to stay with you forever." His voice was gentle, but oh, so manipulative. As his lips softly pressed against yours, you just nodded, dropping the jacket you had in your hand to wrap your arms around his neck.
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"But you said-" you tugged at the hem of your shirt in frustration, desperately trying to put words to your feelings. "I don't want to break up." You hesitantly stepped toward Tom, not daring to meet his gaze. He leaned back into the stool, wanting to avoid you coming closer.
