Tommy made it to his elective class, music.
Although it wasn't time for class.
It wasn't even school hours.
Tommy knocked on the door softly but loudly.
"Phil? Is that you? If so, do you have my food?"
"Uhm.. No.. It's actually Tommy.." Tommy spoke softly.
"Oh! Then come in!" Mr. Marriott returned.
Tommy opened the door and closed it behind him.
"I need your advice. My dad is at the music studio so he can't help me at the moment, is it ok if I talk to you instead?" Tommy asked carefully, making sure he doesn't seem alarming.
"Go ahead!" Mr. Marriott said with a smile plastered on his face.
"So.. My friend- Well.. Not my friend anymore.. We.. Uh.. We got into an argument because I missed the old them, and.. It resulted in me pushing them into the pool.. And.. They didn't know how to swim-" Tommy was interrupted by Mr. Marriott.
"Wait.. They didn't know how to swim?" Tommy nodded his head.
"You almost killed them. Just because you missed the old them?" Tommy nodded his head again.
"Well.. Are they happier?" Tommy thought about all the times he saw Ranboo with their friends, whether it was causing trouble or having fun.
They were having fun.
"Yes.. They are.." Tommy admitted, feeling the bitter taste of sadness on his tongue.
"Well.. If you're a good person. Let it go."
Tommy looked up at Mr. Marriott.
"What..?"
"Tommy, if they're happy, let it go. You can't keep hanging onto them forever. Everyone leaves one day, whether you like it or not." Mr. Marriott said softly, seeing the other start tearing up.
"I'm sorry.. I shouldn't.." Tommy wiped away a tear before listening to whatever Mr. Marriott had to say.
"It's alright, kid. Do one thing for me."
"Let them go." Mr. Marriott said gently as the blonde nodded slowly, almost as if he was gonna break down any second now.
"Thank you, Mr. Marriott." Tommy said, smiling.
"You're welcome."
Tommy left the room, feeling a weight that had been on his shoulders being gently lifted off as he cried softly.
It was almost a blur walking back home.
Tommy's eyes seem to swell, walking up the stairs, hearing his brothers talking to their friends.
Tommy opened the door to his room, seeing the sun pierce through the gaps of his blinds that he kept slightly closed.
He slowly closed the door and laid on his bed.
He knew it.
It wasn't meant to be.
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Evanescence.
Rastgele"It was like glancing at someone you thought you knew before. Maybe in your past life.Just a spark of you know you knew each other. Except. They did know each other. But yet, they didn't. They were slowly fading away from each other's memories."
