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Autumn.

I miss him.  I miss him so, so much.  That thought became part of my day.  I worked tirelessly, putting in extra hours, doing more and more inside and outside of work.    A raise because helpful, more money for the cigarettes, for the drink, anything to help take my mind off him. 
I've never been so alone, you'd think in a job where you're surrounded by people you wouldn't feel alone, but I do because they're not him. 
My flat is immaculate.  Clean, tidy, new pieces of nice furniture around, everything is perfect, too perfect.  It's not a home, it's not my home, it's simply where I'm staying, somewhere to lodge until the day I give up, until I get out of this sick, sad world.
I miss him so much.


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