Literature
Christmas Lies (Tom Hiddleston X Reader)
You rolled over in bed, expecting to come in contact with your boyfriend, only to find the bed empty.
“Tom?” You called hesitantly, looking around the dark room. You sighed, shuffling out of the cozy bed, shivering in the cold morning air. You scanned the room, spotting one of Tom’s sweaters on the dresser and hurriedly throwing it on. You stumbled out of the room, carefully going downstairs until you reached the living room.
The Christmas tree was brightly lit, the rainbow colored lights twinkling merrily. You walked into the kitchen, hoping to see Tom, instead finding a note on the counter addressed to you.
Sorry love,