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Thomas didn't come back that night.

I spent the night just sat against the bed waiting for him to come through the door and apologies for my selfishness.

I can understand him; he lost his sister, his best friend and he will never get her back. He won't ever get a chance to tell her to not visit him. To watch out for that car. To just do anything for Hazil to have a mum she so rightly needs and a dad who can no longer walk her down the isle and protect her from her future boyfriends.
If I had one wish; just one simple wish I would be to go back to the wedding and stop everything bad from happening. Just to change everything but keep Thomas.

I wish I could go back to that day.

I wish.

I didn't really sleep that night but when my phone turned to 8:00 I made my way down to breakfast- i hoped to see Thomas outside the bedroom.

But he wasn't.

He wasn't at breakfast either so I grabbed my phone and messaged him but I received nothing.

So I took to twitter and posted on my now 1m+ page
'Anyone seen a wondering Thomas? He's missing a lovely breakfast.' I attached a picture of my typical British breakfast so I didn't feel as homesick and lonely.

My twitter lit up and my post got 1000 likes in 30 seconds with countless comments so I tweeted again 'who's got my notifications turned on?'

My twitter lit up again with sweet comments saying 'YES! Ily!' Or 'OMG yah ur my idol!'
Which I couldn't understand; maybe they idolise how I was able to date someone like Thomas?

Thomas didn't returned for the rest of the day leaving me lonely.

I saw no one from the wedding and my phone was silent so I went to the swimming pool and spent hours relaxing in the jacuzzi.

I ate my lunch and dinner on my own.

I went to the bar after dinner and drank quite a lot of alcohol which helped with the loneliness and I went on twitter a lot.
I quite literally spent the day keeping myself company on twitter.

I went back to the room at 11 and slammed the door shut.

"HEY!" A voice shouted from the bathroom "keep it down!"

"Thomas?" I walked to the bathroom to see him lying in the bath with his head cupped in his hands "Thomas, what's wrong?"

I quickly ran to his side and ran my hands through his hair.

He looked up at me and I saw blood covered his face "oh my god Thomas what the hell?" I grabbed a towel and tried to clean up most of the mess. "What the hell happened to you?"

I think most of the blood was from his nose but it was so hard to tell. He looked so destroyed.

"Thomas, talk to me." I looked him right into the eyes.

He whispered "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry."