There was a knock on your door and you jumped up, eager to devour the pizza you ordered.
You reach for the door, expecting your usual delivery guy, Matt, the one you always tip extra because he's the fastest. You pull the door open.
"Hey Matt, give me a minute -"
You freeze when you see Tom standing outside your door. Water drops from the ends of his long hair. His jacket is soaked, his face is set & his skin is pale. He stands there shivering from the rain.
"Are you insane?" you say.
"Hello, l- love," he stammers between shivers.
You shiver when the outside air blows in. You scoff and pull him through your doorway.
"You're going to catch pneumonia," you say as you close the door.
Tom wastes no time taking his wet jacket and boots off, leaving them in a dirty pile by the door. You always hated when he did that.
"What are you doing here?" you ask.
Tom ignores you and walks past your living room. You follow him down your hallway, and call his name when he enters your bedroom.
"Who's Matt?" he asks as he moved to your closet.
Of course, after three months apart, Tom can march back into your life and demand answers. He isn't bothered by the fact that you haven't spoken since you left him crying in his apartment. He picks right back up where you left, touching your things and making himself at home like he owns the place.
Tom takes a suitcase from your top shelf.
"He's my pizza guy," you say, half stunned. You watch him as he years clothes off your hangers. "What are you doing?!" you demand.
Tom stops and tilts his head at you. "Packing." he says as though stating the obvious.
He stuffs the clothes into the bag, probably wrinkling all your clean clothes.
"Stop!" you move to the suitcase. "What the hell makes you think you can just come in here after weeks of silence and touch my things?" you shout.
Tom freezes, standing and staring at you with his brow furrowed in confusion.
You huff. Tom doesn't move or say anything, his silence making you nervous. "What are you 'packing' me for?"
"To come home." again, he says this like you should already know it.
You guffaw at his nerve. He's literally not said one thing that would change what happened or how you two ended, and he expects you to just run back.
"I am home, Tom," you sigh. "You need to leave."
"Where you go, I go."
His response stuns you. You stare at him, holding the clothes to your chest tightly. You didn't have time to notice before, but he seems different. His hair has gotten longer, his shoulder broadened out even more, and... Did he get taller? No, that had to be your imagination.
But it wasn't just his looks that changed. He simply spoke differently. He was more sure of himself. He wasn't backing down without a fight, and now was the first time you wondered if he could beat you with his words.
"What is going on, Tom?" you say. "We broke up months ago. I haven't heard from you since that day. We were both okay with it. What happened?"
Tom's brow creased in frustration. "Were you even there? We were not both okay with it. You left and barely have me a chance to prove myself worthy. You wouldn't hear what I had to say. You wouldn't listen when I tried to tell you that I loved you, and that we're meant to be together. You didn't give me the chance to say that I wasn't okay with it. Not at all."
