Tom Hiddleston X reader "Ehehehe... I mean, uh-" "You mean you want to talk about why you left me," I said blandly. Tom looked down. "Yeah, kinda." I sighed. "Go on. I'm listening." He gave me a fleeting look of gratification. "Well..." "Why did you leave me, Tom?" I asked, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. Bad timing. To my relief, I didn't cry. "I thought you hated me, y/n," Tom said softly. That made my blood boil, for some reason. I looked at him shrewdly. "Don't give me that excuse." "No, I'm serious, y/n, I really thought you hated me!" Tom said. I stood up abruptly. "You men are pathetic," I said. "That's the only excuse you have, isn't it? You thought I hated you? Like, seriously, Tom? You broke my heart like a piece of glass, and you did it mercilessly- and now, after nine fucking months you tell me it was because you thought I hated you? And you even expect me to believe that!"
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