I don't own anything Julian Fellowes if I remember correctly, I just write what pleases my brain.
This is the first time for me to write anything so please be kind.
Your heart is beating,
you can't let go,
and it'll be his wherever you go.
Jimmy's mocking smile is directed Thomas way but even then he can't think about anything else but how truly beautiful he is, with his golden hair, his wonderful smiles and those eyes, those beautiful eyes.
Thomas let's a secret smile reach his lips and his steely eyes shines bright, Thomas heart beats faster and he is lost in memories, of those times he actually could look into those eyes without Jimmy sending angry accusing stares his way.
He could never be yours, never.
His smile drops instantly and his eyes becomes hallow, his heart cries out for his beloved Jimmy but he will never be with Thomas.
But one kiss was enough, enough to feed his hungry heart, to keep his mind clear, not giving in to the madness going on in his head, the war raging on the inside.
He's had enough.
The fag he lights ends much to soon and the smoke he breathes out looks just like Jimmy, it's strange really, how everything looks like Jimmy, but then it really isn't.
Because everything Thomas really thinks about is Jimmy, Jimmy...Jimmy...Jimmy.
He steps on the fag he let fall to the ground, and he knows he will always love Jimmy Kent in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, just like Jimmy never will.