Ghost of You

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Hehe.
This ones sad...
Dedicated to...
HerRoyalMajesty11
Thank you for all your support your comment on my drivers license one (idk what it's really called) was my inspiration to make ANOTHER sad one! Yay!

Pairing - Tom Holland x reader

Tom ain't famous in this one

Warnings - sad.
Lots of sad
Vv sad.
TW warnings of some self abuse, not cutting our anything just eating problems only mentions to said eating problems.
Death

Summary - you don't get one it'll give it all away

Sorry this is so long please respond though🥺😂
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~Toms POV~

Yeah I'm waking up still can't sleep on your side

My eyes open to the darkness of my room. I lay there for what seems like hours just staring at the ceiling. There was no point moving, no point in getting up.

Her

She was my point my purpose.

Now she was gone.

My head turns to see the empty side of the bed. I hadn't touched it since... it happened. It lay untouched the sheets uncrinkled, the comforter lay collection dust. I swallow the lump in my throat, swinging my legs over the bed. My feet his the cold ground, and I sit for a minute. Harrison would want me to get out of bed just do something, anything.

Her

She'd want me to get up. She'd want me to get out of bed.

I can practically hear her airy laugh as she sinks into the bed next to me.

Darling, you need to wake up love.

Her voice echoes in my mind, as the lump in my throat grows. I swallow hard, getting up and grabbing a stray t-shirt. I didn't bother to put on pants, who cared?

I walk out into the kitchen. It seems foreign. Weird. It's weird without her laugh, her mess of dishes, the smell of cookies in the air. It's quiet and cold.

There's your coffee cup lipstick stain fades with time

My footsteps echoes across the empty apartment, as I walk to grab a coffee mug. My hand stops as I see it.

The white mug with the chip on the handle and the chipped off lettering. She loved that mug, refused to use any other mug. My fingers graze across the lip stick stain that rests on the mug. The last imprint her lips left, one of the last memories of...

Her

What?! Tommy! It has character! Im getting it!!
No I don't care that it's chipped and dirty, it think it's cute

I suck in a breath dropping my head.

So I drown it out
Like I always do
Dancing though our house

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