A Cup of Serenity ❁ TOM HOLLAND AU

Chapter One

A pang of pain striked as a droplet of tears went running down your cheeks. It was warm. Your eyes were red and puffy, and your eyelids are almost swollen. You are wearing the dark brown tinted aviator you once hated. Although a part of you wished that the hate you had with it atleast weighed more than the grief that pulled out the sentiment within you.

The emotions churning inside you made a contrast to the bright weather. The sun was out and air felt torrid. Everything was dry. The harsh light of the sun almost burning even the skin beneath your leather jacket.

"Hey, it's going to be alright," May said. She laid her hands on the top of your shoulders and brushed it lightly. You smiled for a bit and sighed.

Things would have been so much worse if May wasn't on your side at the moment of your downfall. She was more of a mother to you than your mother ever did. She's more than a good, friendly neighbor. She was always so positive about everything. Always a person to look up to. May never failed to make everything better. From the cookies she baked every morning and until on the death of your mother, she's there. She always has been.

"I think you need some rest. Do you want me to give you a lift?" May offered.

"Thank you, May. Really, thank you. For staying with me but I think I'll stay here a little longer. I... I just need–"

"It's okay. I understand. I'll make food for you. Just let me know when you get home. And don't stay out too late," she said and beamed a warm smile. Her hand made its way to yours and squeezed it lightly. You nodded and she went to her car and started driving.

You heaved another sigh. Finally, the wind came and it went brushing against your damp cheek. You closed your eyes and tilted your head towards the sky.

Now that May left, you started feeling like Jenga pieces falling one after another. You were a broken piece of a shattered glass. Torn apart. It all dawned to you how broken you were inside.

After all the pain your mother inflicted towards you, all the ruthless words that left your mother's lips, all the dreams she shattered due to her addiction to drugs that left your life miserable. All those things and yet there was still a part of you that cared. A part of you that never left. A chunk of you that loved her, still.

Whenever you come out of your room, your mother would curse at you. Instead of saying a morning greeting, she would tell you how giving birth to you led to her eventual distruction. Every morning that you had to endure always leaves you wanting to take your own life.

But all of that is over. Your shitty step father is all that's left waiting for you at home.

And now that someone else took your mother's life, a battle inside your mind to came into life.

"Will I ever want to find who killed her? After all, it's what she deserved."