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Inspired by the silver necklace that Thomas always wears.
“Tom?” You called. You listened for his response but it never came. He was mad. Beyond mad. You bit your lip, and wiped the tears from your cheeks, getting off the bed of your room, and walking over to the open balcony door.
There he was. Beautiful as ever, elbows resting on the railing, pants slung low on his hips, no shirt on. “Thomas, please listen to me.” You begged, more tears threatening to fall.
He banged his hands against the rail. “What is there…” He whispered, trying to contain his anger. “To fucking listen to?!” And it all boiled over. “You cheated!" He yelled. “You were drunk! I was gone! And you cheated!”
That was it. The tears. More after more, after more. They didn’t stop. A choking sound escaped your mouth and your hand immediately covered it. “I’m so sorry,” You said, and then walked back into your room.
Was this the seventh? Eighth? Maybe even the ninth? You didn’t know. And you didn’t care. You just wanted to numb the emptiness. Make the hole in your heart full.
You smiled as the shot of moonshine burned in your throat, you winced a little, and then smiled again, making your way to the dance floor. You wedged yourself in between numerous bodies, and then began to move just as they did.
Most things were blurry. You could hear the music, but couldn’t really make out what it was. You could barely walk, your feet not really able to move your body the way they usually did. You could barely talk. Your vocal cords slurred the words that wanted so badly to be heard. Really heard.
You just let it go though. You didn’t care that you couldn’t see, that you couldn’t understand. You didn’t care that your judgment was clouded, or that you could barely walk. You didn’t care that you could barley talk. You really didn’t care.
Hands made their way around your waist, and although you shouldn’t have, you let them. You just wanted someone’s hands there again. Actually no, that was a lie, you wanted Thomas’ hands there again. But he wasn’t there. He was off somewhere, of course, you couldn’t quite remember where though. He’d be back soon, but you were lonely now, and you wanted him now.
These hands though… They felt familiar. They felt like his… They felt like Thomas’. Maybe that’s why you welcomed them.
You turned in the mans arms. He was tall. Like Thomas. He was blonde. Like Thomas. He was skinny, but muscular, like Thomas.
It couldn’t be him… Could it? Thomas was gone. This had to be someone else. But none the less, you kept dancing with him.
You stood on your tiptoes, and leaned in. Wanting to feel close to someone. And that was when you saw it. That silver chain, wrapped around his neck.
Thomas. Thomas had that same silver chain. It was him.
“Thomas!” You cried, flinging yourself on him.
“What?” The guy mumbled back, but you barely heard him.
“I missed you.” You said into his neck. You felt the coldness of the necklace on your lips, and you smiled. It was him.
You leaned up to kiss him, and although he was surprised, he kissed you back. It was odd. It didn’t feel quite the same. But it was him.
From there, you remember nothing. You just know, the pounding headache that woke you, woke you in someone else’s bed. You thought Thomas, but no, it wasn’t him. Defiantly not.
You didn’t recognize the room you were in, nor the man you were in the bed with. You only remembered spending the night with Thomas, and although the guy you were with somewhat resembled him, it was not him.
You gasped in horror, and shuffled out of the bed, taking the sheet with you to cover your naked body.
The man in the bed stirred a little, but didn’t wake, and you took that time to find the dress you wore last night. You gathered the rest of your belongings, and rushed out the doors.
After leaving the building, you didn’t recognize the area you were in, so you waited for a half hour for a cab to come and get you.
You told the taxi driver your address, yours and Thomas’ address, and then sat the rest of the car ride with your head in your hands, and your eyes closed, trying to stop your pounding headache.
How could you have done this? How could you have cheated on your boyfriend? Drunkenness was no excuse. You had so many alcoholic beverages that you couldn’t remember the events of last night. You just remember feeling lonely. But that was no excuse either.
You should have just called Thomas or something. Anything to have changed your mind, or stopped you from doing this. But it was too late now.
You got home, and stepped into the shower immediately after taking your grimy clothes off, and let the hot water pour over your skin.
And you did it again. You didn’t know what to do anymore, so you went to your shower. You felt weak as you turned on the tap, and rid yourself of your clothes. After your shorts, and your cardigan came off, you stepped in, not having the energy to take off your white tank top, or your under garments.
You felt physically sick. The amount of guilt piling up in your chest was unbearable. So unbearable, you started to cry. You cried for the ten billionth time that week.
As you applied the mascara to your eyelashes, you thought about the next few hours again. What would Thomas say or do when you told him what you did? How would he react? Would he leave you? The thought absolutely terrified you, but it wasn’t unrealistic.
You had spent all day getting ready for Thomas’ arrival. You had showered earlier in the day, you curled your hair to perfection, did your makeup, and even picked out a nice outfit.
As you looked yourself over in the mirror, you couldn’t help but frown a little. This might go to waste. You had applied a tan shadow to your eyes to make them look a little deeper, you spent hours curling your hair, you wore a tight, white, boat-neck crop top with high waisted shorts, and a navy cardigan over top, and also, your converse. Thomas loved these shoes on you. But… It might all go to waste.
Thats when you had heard the door slam shut, and although you knew what was to happen in the future, you couldn’t stop the smile on your face when Thomas walked into your house.
You nearly attacked him when he was near enough. You hugged him tight, and his hands snaked around your waist. “Tom, I need to tell you something,” You had whispered.
“Y/N,” He moaned, breathing in your scent, “I missed you so much.”
You smiled and looked at him. “I missed you too,”
Then, his lips were on yours. It all happened so fast, and it all felt so good. You were now laid on the bed, Thomas hovering over top of you, his shirt off his body. His hands roamed up your legs, and that was when you finally had the courage to stop him.
“Tom, I need to tell you something.”
More choking sounds escaped your mouth as you tried to drown away all your sorrows. You just sat in the shower, body racking sobs etching through out the room.
“Y/N.”
You looked up at Thomas who was staring back at you, an unreadable look on his face.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Was all you could say through the tears.
Thomas sighed and surprisingly got into the shower with you, leaving his jeans on. He climbed in behind you, and took you undeservingly in his arms. Your sobs eased a bit at this, and you clutched onto his arms.
You turned towards him, and rested your head in the crook of his neck. And then you really saw it. The necklace. You reached up to touch it with your finger, and Thomas flinched.
“I’m still mad at you,” He said stubbornly.
“Rightfully so,” You replied.
Silence overtook the room. All that was heard was the sound of the water hitting the floor.
“I thought he was you,” You tell him honestly. “That doesn’t make it alright though. I know.”
Silence.
“I’m so sorry, Tom. I love you.” You said, squeezing his arm.
Silence.
“Please,” You begged. “Don’t leave me.”
This time there was no silence.
“I could never.”