February 29th, 2016
Every night went like that from now on. Thomas and I would spend our time doing dumb things on our bucket lists.
Baking cookies on Monday, Horse Riding on Tuesday, Date Night on Wednesday, Sex on Thursday, Bondage on Friday, Shopping on Saturday, Movie Night on Sunday, and now it was Monday again. Thomas was leaving tomorrow morning.
We both laid in silence, just holding each other. His head was shoved into my chest as I stroked his hair. It was one of those moments where words were meaningless. No amount of empty promises would make either of us feel better.
So I held onto him.
His grip around my waist tightened as he shifted himself closer to me. The tears began to fall into my chest, seeping through my shirt. He was crying. And I just want to take his pain away.
My phone rang, breaking our silence. Thomas moved away from me as I reached over my should to grab it.
"Hello?" I asked, picking up the phone.
"Hey, where are you?" James questioned on the other side.
"Oh, I'm with..." I trailed off, knowing it would be too painful to tell him I was at my soon to be ex's house, crying with him.
"Thomas?" James understood me.
"Yeah," I mumbled.
"Come home soon, alright?" He replied.
"K," I hung up and threw my phone onto the floor of Thomas's room.
"What now?" Thomas asked.
I just grabbed him again and pulled him into my chest as I laid down. Holding each other again, we both began to softly cry. Sob even.
Our time together was over and these four years together were gone to waste.
I looked at the clock, figuring out we had 13 more hours together. Just 13. The most unlucky number in the world.
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