Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 69.

Tom flew today, I hadn't wished him a good flight. In fact, I hadn't even texted him since the call yesterday and neither had he.

It certainly wasn't easy, especially after I had cried myself to sleep last night, but it was the only way to deal with things at the moment.
My heart longed for him, my whole body did, actually.

I woke up this morning with a bitter taste on my tongue. It didn't go away no matter for how long I brushed my teeth, and when I looked into the mirror I barely recognised the wrack starring at me. I was miserable without him. I knew I was going to feel awful the second I would be away from him, but I never imagined it this painful. All I wanted to do was curl up and hope he was the one who would hug me now, unlike the dreary jumper that now barely smelled of him anymore.

But the worst thing was that by the end of the first week, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. I got to meet my co-workers, played tennis with three of my new friends, found out a lot about Wayne, and went shopping with Maeve. The week couldn't have gone any better if Tom hadn't kept popping up in the subconscious of my darkest thoughts.

It didn't feel fair to have fun when he was suffering, but it felt even less fair to suffer when he was having fun. Neither thought seemed to sit right with me and I brooded over it for a long while as if I had nothing better to do.

Parker was also enjoying his grandma's house so far and I was so relieved that everything was going well for him.

But now we were back to reality and it was 6 o'clock in the morning when my alarm drowned me out of my slumbering dreams. Oh dear God, give me the bullet. I don't think I've had to get up this early in months, unless it was for Parker. So getting ready now to get to the set on time was hard as I struggled out of bed.

I was clever enough to include shower time. A whole 30 minutes, safety first. Dressed and freshened up, I checked the clock. 7:10. Five minutes until I would be picked up. I decided to wait outside, the air was already warm as I held my arm out of the window to feel, and there was nothing better than the smell of the morning sun. But when I opened the door, there was a huge bouquet of flowers in front of the door. I lifted it up, a small card was stuck between two roses. And when I read it, it took me a moment to realise who had sent it.

I know I can be a dick sometimes. I'm sorry. Have a lovely first day at work. I love you.
~T

My blood froze as realisation hit me. I thought Wayne had sent it after he spilled coffee all over my skirt yesterday morning when I was having breakfast with him and Maeve, but after the note, I quickly realised Tom must have sent it. It was a printed note and not one he had written himself, but the T made it pretty clear. Maybe the time had come where I owed him a call. I still had a few minutes after all.

I had pressed the call button before I even realised the time difference that must lie between us.
"Yeah?" He muttered, definitely not having checked the caller.
"Hey. I thought I'd give you a call. Just found your bouquet." I stated with a smile on my lips.

Him sending me a bouquet was just a small gesture, but it was more than enough to make my heart skip a beat. Especially since he had chosen my favourite flowers. Peonis and sunflowers.

He must have looked at the different kinds on the florist's website and chosen one individually after the other until he had put together a complete bouquet, all by himself. My heart melted at the thought of how much effort and time he must have put into it.

"Oh." He cleared his throat in a quick rush, sounding almost as if he was straightening up to keep his voice. "Yeah I- do you like it?" He asked. Stupid question. My face was beaming as I admired the huge bouquet in my hand. I was lucky that it came in a vase, even though it didn't make holding the bouquet in one hand any easier, but if there hadn't been one, I might have had to use an 'innout' paper cup, and it really didn't look authentic.