I didn't have time to write any of my own chapters this week so here's one from Tumblr by @Hollandroos go and check her account out its 👌🏼.
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"When I close my eyes, I just see ... her. Smiling. Laughing. Looking more beautiful by the minute." Tom murmured, glassy eyes making it difficult to see Harrison's confused glance.
Tom had never spoken about you to anyone besides his family before, he refused to so much as mention your name since the incident. He felt unworthy, ashamed, guilty.
They say 'time heals all wounds' but no matter how many days, months or years go by his wounds remained fresh, refusing to scar. Tom felt he was being punished for your death.
"Where is she, then? Why don't you go see her?" Harrison inched closer to his best friend, not having seen his best friend this close to a total break down before
"She's a memory. That's all she is now."
No matter how many people were in the room, no matter who they were or how good their lives were, you were always the happiest. You were truly the largest beacon of light in Tom's life, you radiated everything good in the world and more with a smile that could turn even the largest frown upside down and eyes shone brighter than all of the stars combined.
His last memory of you was a bitter one. It was one that he would replay over and over until maybe one day, there was a slim chance he could forgive himself for not doing anything.
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It was 11:38pm when he got the call
11:59 pm when Tom arrived at your house
12:00 am when you broke down in his arms
You weren't surprised that Tom had sat with you for almost 4 hours, holding your hand and telling you all the things you wanted to hear in the moment. His little 'It's okay's' and 'I'm here' made the situation a little bit brighter. That was the only good thing that came out of the situation. Even with him there, it hurt like hell.
You had met just two punch drunk souls all tangled in the wind, only a few years later he's holding you during one of your most vulnerable moments.
You seemed to cry for hours on end, Tom didn't mind, he never did. You cried until your eyes were red and raw. Your cheeks stained with tears and slightly puffy. You were exhausted. even so much as blinking took all effort. The sight was anything but attractive.
Little did he know, this situation was the stat of something much greater than you could handle, even with him by your side and you knew that, you were breaking more and more by the second and you feared what would happen when he left.
"Is the sadness everlasting?" You ask, moving out of his grasp slightly. It was just enough to look into his eyes and see the sadness and pain that he too, was feeling.
Tom didn't want to lie to you, the only time he ever had lied was when he planned your surprise party last year but he swore to himself that'd be it.
He pulled your closer and you felt him take a sharp breathe.
"Love, I think it is" He says "I can't say that I can make you feel complete or free from your worry, but believe me when I tell you, Babe, you'll never be lonely" Tom whispered as he held you in his arms, rocking your shaky figure back and forth.
It was a few hours later when you had snuck out.
Tom was fast asleep and somehow you'd fallen asleep tangled between his limbs. For a moment you'd just stayed there and taken in Tom scent, deciding whether or not just to drift back off to sleep but that seemed almost impossible.
Your eye's still were burning after hours of crying and your head wasn't any better, a walk sounded calming and just what you needed.
You'd come back and lay with Tom again after, you were sure of it.
You didn't plan what happened next, nobody could've planned something so horrendous, so blood curdling.
Maybe if you had waited a few more minutes, cuddled up in Tom's arms it never would've happened. Maybe even if you had decided to put on your laceup sneakers instead of throwing on an old pair of slippers or just not gone at all.
That morning, Tom lost something.
Losing you made him lose himself.
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"She's gone, and it hurts like hell" Tom finished, remembering his last moments with his best friend.
In Front of him sat a magazine, a picture of you printed onto the front cover.
Tom hadn't looked at a photo of you for years now, not since he'd seen your drowned, lifeless body at the scene. seeing your face bought back a wave of emotions that he had been holding back since the day of your death.
Under your photo read "Kingston Murderer found guilty"
