An insight into what Mariana Cortéz and Thomas Shelby were like before the violence and murder
And how they became so numb to the world around them.
How they came together and fell apart before the war.
And how the Shelby's became the notorious, ru...
"I don't need magic, I need your arms at 3.29am. When the dark is too much, I need you to be real when nothing else is" - A.R.Asher
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Tommy's POV
"What's wrong?" I asked, watching her fidget across from me as we sat here, in our little tunnel Our canal Our place
There wasn't any other good place for a conversation like this But I wondered the whole way here why she wanted to talk here. Specifically here.
"Let's not dance around a conversation for once Tommy" she begged, finally looking up at me "Okay" I said nervously "I heard about Greta" she said, I nodded slowly, subtly wiping my palms down my legs in an attempt to get rid of the nervous heat gathering
"I'm not sure why it is such a tense topic to bring up" she went on softly "I understand you know? It's not like we were together, I wasn't expecting you to be waiting for me or never date again" she chuckled nervously.
"I just find it... odd I guess, you never mentioned her" she said "I know, I'm sorry I thought... I thought it might be awkward" I said honestly Finding out I was with someone else... can't be nice when she was locked away
Even if I was free, free to do whatever I pleased and found out she was with someone else, it would kill me. I had no shame in admitting that to myself She had a hold over my heart.
The thought of her with anyone else was enough to make me grimace into myself slightly "Why?" She asked "You know why, I hurt you Mar, I know that, I made some stupid mistakes and I hurt you, and I hate the thought of hurting you, you're the most important person in my life" I admitted.
Greta was... mainly driven in guilt Shame. Embarrassment for my behaviour I wanted to escape it all and pretend I was something else for a moment That I wasn't the idiot that let Mariana Cortéz walk out of my life.
"So why not tell me you had a girlfriend?" She asked "Because I... I didn't know how you felt. You were away and you didn't want to see me anymore, I didn't know if you even wanted to see me when you got out, but you did and I... I just couldn't bring myself to say anything that might damage that. And we were over by then anyway" I explained.
"Why did you break up? If you don't mind me asking" she then asked "That's not important, the important thing is that it's over" I said "I met her" she dropped on me So softly I wondered if it had actually been said Or whether I was dreaming.
My body automatically turned rigid And I lost all ability to breath for a few seconds. They met? Each other?
She nodded in assurance "She's actually quite nice" she added "When? When did you meet her? Why?" I asked confused. "A few days ago, I may have... found her to talk to her" she told me.
