It's been fourteen years since you've seen Tom Holland, your best friend from childhood. He was about to become King, and he needed to find a Queen. Your adopted family had struck a deal for an arranged marriage for one of their daughters. Your step...
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"He was the only thing I had left."
"I'm so sorry Y/N." Tom responded. "You shouldn't have to go through this. You've already dealt with so much pain."
"I'm just lucky." I chuckled, before wiping the tears from my cheek. Tom took me to a secluded room to get me away from all chaos. He listened, and tried to understand as best as he could.
Tom moved away from his position on the chair, and sat on the couch with me. He pulled me into a hug, his chin was rested on my head. "It's okay to cry my darling star."
"If I could change what happened I would." He whispered. "Even if I had to go and beg, I would change time. I would make sure you'd be safe, and not in pain like this."
Tom let go and kissed my forehead. This action made me feel those same butterflies as before. My stomach felt like it was twisted, and pulled in every direction. I wanted to smile, but I was still to settled in grief.
"It's just not- fair." I sobbed, covering my head in my hands. "It should've been me instead. I deserved that bullet not him."
"Don't you dare say that, it's not your fault." He pleaded. "If you had died, imagine what we all would've felt. We just got you back to be taken away. Imagine how I would've felt if you were the one to die in my arms."
"I'm sorry, it's just hard to grasp." I replied. "I feel like a horrible daughter. All he wanted was to be at peace. Papa wanted to be remembered, most of all. Not in history books or pictures, but in our hearts."
I smiled at remembering many memories I had with him. "You know he'd use to take me to take the lake. I hated fishing, but he loved it. He knew that I had a soft spot for animals. I was such a child, I wanted the fish to have a funeral. Papa would take me with him, but we'd get these little lanterns. We'd light them up and put them up into the sky. I would say sweet nothings, because in my mind it was basically a goodbye. Then we'd just sit and stare at the stars for hours."
"That's really special." Tom smiled as he stroked my hair. I actually felt comforted, at least for a moment.
We had sat there for hours, until he had to go away for a bit. A bunch of royal duties does keep a guy busy. I was just roaming around in my room, wondering how I should feel.
My head started to turn in different directions. I had heard something. As I had predicted, someone was there. Not a moment later I had a blindfold covering my eyes.
"Don't worry, it's just me." Tom whispered.
I could feel him leading the way, and I tried my best to fly blind. I walked for several minutes until I felt something weird under my feet. "Take a step."
"What are you up to?" I sighed. "Can I open my eyes yet?"
"Not yet, so sit." He chuckled, as he put his hands on my waist, helping me down. Out of curiosity I tried to lift my blindfold up. "No peeking." He slapped my hand down.
I felt like I was in a mysterious daydream. I wondered what he was doing. Is he going to kill me?
After what felt like hours, I heard him cough. "You can take it off."
I quickly threw off the piece of fabric in one motion, revealing a big river. The water was gorgeous, it was reflecting the moonlight. I looked around, and down to my feet. We were in a small row boat.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"I thought we could do this, like you mentioned earlier." He pulled some lanterns from behind him. "For your father's memory."
I smiled. He did this all for me. Tom really did know how to make me feel special. I could see the gleam in his eyes, that I once saw before. I didn't think it would be because of me. I could see him look at me in admiration. He had that sparkle in his eyes because of me. I don't understand why.
"So how do we do this?" He asked.
I showed him every detail, every step. We did it exactly as I used to do it, not missing a single step. "We need a matchbox or a lighter."
"I've got that." He said as he held up a match. Tom grabbed ahold of my hand, keeping it steady. I could feel his eyes watching me, as we lit up the lantern together. I turned to look at him in the eyes. He was truly amazing. One of the best men I have ever known.
Tom and I lit every single lantern we had, and there were probably hundreds in the sky by now. Our surroundings were beautiful. A simple reminder that there can be light in the darkness.
I wasn't sure if I should but eventually I gave in, and I layed my head down on Tom's shoulder.
"Don't worry my star, everything is going to be fine." Tom reassured me.
I believed him. All the wonder that I felt from this trip, the stars. They were beautiful. Everything was different, for once in my life. I finally saw my friends soft side. Tom's loving side. I may be broken, but I refused to fall apart. I had too many people who would prevent that from happening. That being said, I was grateful for all of it. Every single bit.
