Story Time :D

“Remember Olivia from school? Yeah well it’s from her” I replied, still reading the letter.

“Oh, okay. Does she have much to say?” Tom asked.

“It’s like a billion pages long Tom, yes she has something to say. I just haven’t found out the point of the letter yet. She seems to be asking about me and reminiscing at the moment but there must be an actual reason to the letter, there was always a reason with Liv” I muttered.

“Pass some pages here and I’ll help you” Tom said. I handed him a bunch of pages from the back of the pile in my hand and he started skim reading over them.  

“Aha!” Tom said after a couple minutes silence.

“Found something?” I looked up and asked.

“Here, it’s about Dougie” Tom said and handed me a piece of paper. I read over it, shaking my head. “The nerve of her” I muttered once I had finished the page.

“Do you want me to bin it?” Tom asked.

“Nah I’ll read it properly later and then reply to her. But I’m not going to give her what she wants” I replied. “Fair enough. Who is your other one from?” Tom asked, half interested. He had started opening his own mail. I opened the other envelope and it was another letter. I unfolded it and laughed. “Tom, why on earth did you send me a letter?” I laughed. It was his writing. Small, yet readable and extremely neat. “I’m going to go read these upstairs” Tom said as he stood up. He picked up his post and left the room. What on earth!?

15 minutes later and I had read the letter twice. I still didn’t understand what on earth was going on. Basically it was a letter from Tom thanking me for being his best friend and thanking me for everything. I didn’t get it. I got up and, leaving the letter from Olivia on the table, headed upstairs. “Tom?” I called out as I reached the top of the stairs. Getting no reply, I walked over to his room and knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open. Nope. I headed up the stairs leading to the 3^rd floor, the floor that I hardly ever went up to. The door to Tom’s studio was open and he was sat by his desktop computer, just staring ahead. I leant against the doorframe and just watched him. “Tom” I whispered after a few minutes of silence. He looked up at me, his eyes red and swollen. “Oh honey, what’s up?” I asked, walking into the room and kneeling down beside him. Tom narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t you get it?” He asked.

“Get what?” I asked.

“The letter” Tom replied bluntly.

“No I don’t. Is that why you’ve been crying?” I asked. Tom nodded. “Would you care to explain? I still find it rather amusing that you sent me a letter seeing as you see me every day” I said, laughing at the last sentence.


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