The guys who looked like me

The guys who looked like me

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Dear Reader, This is the story of a guy named Tom Hiddleston. He's 31 years old at the time and a quite famous PR manager. He loves the music of a shop called 'Vampire Rock' and although he knows that this is weird he doesn't care. Adam the owner of this shop became a good friend to him. He loved his life because he'd achieved everything he'd ever wanted. He had money, a big apartment in London and of course a mansion in New York where he lives. But then, one day, he got a mysterious job offer and when he thought it couldn't get any crazier he suddenly had this voice in his head. Interested? "Thomas" The voice whispered. I winced. Holy shit! "Nope, not really. Holy maybe but definitely no shit. I am more like a god." The voice replied. I turned around like a complete idiot. There was no other person in this park. Jesus! "Nope still wrong." Why the hell is there a voice in my head?! "Maybe I am the subconscious that tells you that dealing with another person's business is a no-go?" He answered my question a little annoyed.
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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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