Locket
pairing: (young&old)Thomas Shelby x (young&old)Reader
Summary: This is what makes us girls, loving people you shouldn't.
Genre: Angst, Friends to Strangers, fluff (so small)
Word count: 2.4k
Note: Being a girl is torturing. sorry this might be a little bad, I'm going through stuff !
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Sweet 16.
It was supposed to be sweet, wasn't it? Then why was life being hard on you?
You were not expecting to cry in your mother's arms. Her soft voice, sweet flowery perfume, and smooth hands caressing your face, wiping away your tears.
"What's wrong, honey?" her soft-spoken voice echoed inside your room. Walls covered with posters for jazz clubs, pictures with your friends and family, flowery pink wallpaper, and mirrors with gold detailing. Some would argue you were wealthy, and while you were, you only wanted one thing.
Heaven on earth.
You waited and waited for him to show up to your birthday party that you guys planned together. He didn't make an effort to come, or even call.
To be honest, you were interested in him. Thomas Shelby was a sweet boy, you guys were friends for a while -forever-.
You looked up into your mothers eyes, mascara running down your little bambi eyes.
"Mama, how I hate that boy."
"It's our curse." She whispered while you fell asleep in her loving arms. Only person you could trust.
Walking into class, you sat on your assigned-not-so-assigned seat. You watched with a million cuts in your heart as Thomas walked in, smiling as if nothing happened. He sat beside you, talking to his friends about God knows what.
Everything I do is all for you.
Looking at him with teary eyes, he turned to you, shocked by your expression. What's wrong? Feeling guilty yet?
"What happened to you?" really, Shelby?
"You missed my birthday." He looked you in the eyes with no emotion. ouch.
"I was busy-" "WITH WHAT?!?!?!?"
Your anger didn't last long as he pulled out a jewelry box from his pocket. How? As far as you, and everyone living in this shitty town, knew Shelbys weren't exactly the wealthiest ones around here. "Where did you get this?" you murmured and opened the box to stare at the most stunning piece of necklace you could ever imagine.
A locket, with its steel chain and clasp, a big Sapphire stone on the locket. Resembling his blue eyes. You gently opened it, your face slowly softening as you saw a picture of you and him glued inside.
Gruesome 40
Years have passed. Where was he? oh right, running a gang and sleeping around with women. Every time you wanted to forget him you were reminded of his existence by either the locals or the locket. Thinking back to those memories you both shared, you realised how much you loved him.
"Mama, how I hate that guy."
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