Over again

Over again Part 2

Tom POV:

I mean, she looked the same, but didn't at the same time. There was still that kindness behind her eyes, the same faint scar above her right eyebrow, but she looked more mature beyond the days of young love. And still undeniably beautiful. She spoke to Rachael, laughing and tucking a strand of hair behind her ears she always does, unaware of my presence only a few metres away.

Spencer: Mate...I'm so sorry I didn't know she was coming.

Spencer was rumbling on behind me, and I tried to concentrate on his voice but she's always had this effect on me you see. How could I possibly pay any attention to the world when she was right there?

Spencer: Tom? Are you okay?

This time the hand on my shoulder managed to snap me back, and I turned back around to his concerned eyes searching mine.

Tom: Yeah, I'm good.

I lied. Or maybe I didn't. I wasn't exactly sure what I was feeling to be honest.

Spencer: She's a friend of Rachael's, she hadn't introduced us or I wouldn't known. God, I had no idea it was your Y/n.

"You're Y/n", that part got me. It was an odd pain in my chest, somehow nostalgic in a sense but not the kind you welcome with a warm embrace. I cleared my throat and wished for the pain to ease but it grew as my mind forced me to think of when she was mine.

Tom: Don't worry mate.

I assured Spencer before the sound of microphone feedback entered our ears and drew our attention to the front of the hall.

Best Man: Hey everyone, if you could all take your seats please. I have a few things to say.

At this point Rachael had turned around to watch the best man signal for everyone to head back to their tables, and her eyes followed too before floating across to me. They widened with shock at first, mirroring my exact expression the moment I saw her too. Then sweetly they softened into a gentle gaze, one we broke as guests rushed between us to find their tables. Another girl took her arm and whisked her away by the time I spotted her again, looking over her shoulder back at me as Harrison called me over to our table. The best man began his speech but I couldn't pay much attention, and around five minutes in I felt Harrison nudge my shoulder.

Harrison: What's up?

He asked, whispering so our table and the surrounding tables wouldn't notice.

Tom: Look to table thirteen.

I said back, facing forwards again so it wouldn't be obvious. He raised his head and subtly looked over the guests to table thirteen, but the sudden gasp ruined his goal of being discreet and he leant to speak by my ear.

Harrison: Oh my god that's Y/n.

Tom: I know.

Harrison: What's she doing here?

Tom: She's a friend of Rachael's.

My curiosity got the better of me and I turned to look over at her too, her eyes finding mine again almost immediately.

Harrison: Have you spoken to her?

Tom: No.

Harrison: Are you going to?

Tom: No.

Harrison: Why not?

Tom: Would you?

He tapped his fingers on the clothed table to some sort of disorganised beat, thinking.

Harrison: I think you should speak to her.

Tom: Do you even remember what she did to me?

Harrison: Of course I do. That's why I think you should speak to her. Don't you think you deserve some answers?

Honestly, I saw his point. It had been five years and I never got closure, or a reason for it all. The speech dragged on for another twenty minutes, and I'm sure it was lovely and all but as soon as chatter arose around the hall again I made my way to table thirteen. She smiled as I approached slowly, my hands hiding in my pockets to hide the sweat covering them.

Y/n: Hi.

Tom: Hi.

Her voice was the same, gentle yet sure. An odd silence followed, and she licked her lips and handed me a nervous look.

Y/n: Sorry, I don't really know what to say.

She admitted, and I relaxed knowing she was just as scared as me.

Tom: No don't worry, I don't know what to say either.

Y/n: Do you maybe want to go for a walk outside?

She suggested, and I nodded as she led the way to the grass field behind the venue. Night had arrived now and the stars found shelter in the black sky. We walked along a pathway lit by dim lights by the ground, the sound of a nearby stream filling the air accompanied by the distant chatter coming from within the hall.

Y/n: You look really nice by the way.

Tom: Thanks. You too.

Her dress flowed behind her as we walked, the wind brushing against our skins.

Y/n: So you came with Harrison? I saw him at your table.

Tom: Uhh yeah.

I stared ahead but when I stopped hearing her heals clicking against the floor I turned around and saw her stood still, defeat across her face.

Y/n: Are you going to talk to me?

Tom: I am.

Y/n: You're answering, that's all. You're not talking to me.

Tom: What do you want me to say Y/n?

Y/n: I-

Tom: You know what I shouldn't be the one explaining myself here.

Y/n: I know you're angry, you have every right to be.

I heard behind me, and I turned back to her, scoffing at how simple she made it sound.

Tom: I loved you.

Y/n: I loved you too.

Tom: Did you? Then why did you do it Y/n? Because it's been five years and I still don't know why I deserved that.

Y/n: You didn't-

Tom: But you did it anyway?

Her voice caught just as she was about to answer, and I looked away fighting the urge to comfort her. I could tell she was holding back tears.

Y/n: I'm so sorry Tommy. I really am.

She said, barely audibly. She said it so convincingly, I wanted to believe her.

Tom: Actually I can't do this right now.

I walked past her back to the venue, my head overwhelmed with emotions I couldn't think straight enough to order. I didn't look back as I made my way back up the path, feeling my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it out and attempted to compose myself before accepting the call.

Tom: Hey babe...