So fall came, then winter, and spring, till finally it was summer.. and Tommy seemed to disappear. Wilbur was left spending his days at Marco's house. Leaving before the sun rose and returning just as the sun rose. On days where Wilbur didnt go he'd lock himself from Tommy , from James, from everyone. Tommy would often sit at his door hearing his painful sobs. Sobs that echoed through the house but were never heard.. never answered. But then when spring hit, he just stopped showing up.. And James? He never even showed up. He stayed at alices's avoiding Tommy. Avoiding Wilbur.
Something Tommy noticed was the fact that when James would announce leaving to Alice, (whenever he would actually be able to talk to him) he seemed like it didn't wanna go. Like he was forced.. maybe Tommy was making stuff up, who knows. Tommy used to spend it with Jasper but,, Jasper seemed to never text Tommy anymore. And when Tommy texted him, he replied in a cold and miserable tone, a sort of tone that was sure to make anyone back off. And that's exactly what Tommy did. He spent his days in his room usually listening to music or sleeping until 2pm. The kid had eye bags that were noticeable a mile away. Tommy didn't really eat anymore. Just a meal deal once a week. Tommy remembered the day he met Wilbur and James and he wondered if it was better if he just starved and let them live their perfect lives. Too late now. Tommy, well he seemed to blend in. Never bothered by anyone, never talked to. Never.. at some point Tommy got so sick of it he started to listen to podcast. Whatever he could find. He didn't care if it was some alpha male podcast that was mocked and joked about. He needed to hear someone speak to him. Someone. Anyone..
And then one day he saw a new podcast. "Hey and stuff" the cover was nothing special. Nor was the titles of the episodes but Tommy decided sometimes you just gotta look into things a bit. So he clicked the first episode. "Roleplay." Simple enough. He thought probably it was another one of those dnd podcasts or something along those lines.. there was a short moment of soft music and then it cut. And Tommy heart dropped at the first word.. "hey, when I was-" Tommy paused it. He threw his phone onto the pillow discarded on the floor and hugged the one near him. He started to cry. And god cry he did. During those months, Tommy hadn't had enough energy to cry. Not like he wanted to cry in the first place. But hearing that it was Wilbur speaking on the podcast made his heart ache. His skin burn and his chest shrink. He wanted to scream but he hadn't spoken a word in weeks. He just sobbed loudly into his pillow, just like Wilbur did.. loud and lonely, but never answered. Never.. cared for.. Tommy scratched at his skin, banged on his walls. Sobbed at the walls, nothing.. no one answered. No one cared. He was trapped there, alone. Just like before.. except this time he got too comfortable.. he couldn't leave, his heart would only rip him back to that same apartment, to that same house, room.. the room that tortured him.. he could shout at the walls.. but they didn't answer. They didn't love him.. just like James didnt, like Wilbur didnt. He screamed until his voice was gone, until his voice hurt. He clawed at the walls, clawed like an animal in a cage.. but nothing helped. His nails too short, his voice too weak..
He called Jasper on impulse "please.." he whispered into the phone as the tone rang out through the lonely house that was once loved and cherished. "Hello Tom, what do you need in busy right now make it quick" same cold tone. Same lifeless voice that the walls had. "I'm sorry for anything I did I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm sorry for calling so much I'm sorry for texting so much I'm sorry for kissing you. I'm sorry for making you love me. I'm sorry for everything. Forgive me. Please forgive me." And he hung up. He didn't need a reply. He just needed to make his point. He turned on the playlist again listening to Wilbur's soft and gentle giggly voice speak through his headphones. He would try his best to reply to Wilbur whenever Wilbur said something Tommy could reply too. cause that's how pod cast worked right? Two people? Or at least thats what was usual to Tommy. So for the next, how ever long. Tommy sat there blending into the walls even more. But this time he was nothing but happy. Nothing but satisfied. He got up from his bed which was full of crumbs and whatever else Tommy had left. He put on his shoes and walked out the door taking the first walk he had ever taken in months.. the fresh air didn't trap him, but instead it set him free. It let him melt and mold himself how he wanted. Not how others wanted him. He laughed along with Wilbur. Still replying to his rhetorical questions.
Tommy ran through the streets, through the alleys, through everything. He didn't wait. He ran, ran as far as his legs would take him, until finally he ended up at the beach. Tired but happy. He laid in the pebbles the beach provided him and he felt happy. He felt free even if he didn't have James.. or Wilbur.. or Jasper.. or anyone.. but hey at least he was free. The sun hadn't shown itself, and he knew even tho it was summer the sun would only be taken over by clouds ready to rain on the people below but he didn't care, right now his brain was only focused on the Freedom.. but his heart lingered on the past, on what him, James, and Wilbur all had together. He wondered if it would be the same. His heart was stuck in the past, but his brain in the present. Tommy's heart only ached more and more tge more Tommy was away from the house. It wanted Tommy to turn back. To run to the safety of his room. But Tommy was tired, tired of the silence, of the waiting, of the pain. Of the walls who seemed to only taunt him.
But of course.. Tommy had to go at some point. He wanted to run. Wanted to never go back, but he knew he might as well have a heart attack if he wasn't at that fucking apartment. The same apartment that kept him crumbling and crying, the same one that saw him at his lowest. The one that saw him fight. Scream, cry.. the place that saw too much. Nonetheless. He walked in and was greeted to see James.. his heart dropped and his body shook.. "James..?" Tommy's voice was so weak since he hadn't really talked to anyone. James turned around and his face immediately fell into a shocked face.. he ran to Tommy and wrapped his hands around his torso.. hugging him and crying his eyes out.. he cried and cried. Tommy just held on. His expression still lifeless and kinda shocked, his grip was strong as he held onto James scared to let him slip away.. scared to let him go back to Alice. "Tom,, Tom oh my god I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. For what I did. I'm sorry for leaving you for Alice.." James's voice seemed so genuine, so sad.. like a poets voice. Because to Tommy, he was a poet. In some weird way he was in fact a poet. Then he cried more and more.. but Tommy couldn't say anything.
His lips curled into a thin line. And soon, His eyes filled with tears his hands trembled and his legs caved under him. James just picked him up fully and took him to the couch. He sobbed on Tommy still. And Tommy sobbed on him. The two stayed like that for a few minutes more, until they heard a knock at their door. James went and answered it leaving Tommy with his sweater, he wiped his eyes and then grabbed the door, pulling it open "hello?" Some guy stood in the door, brown hair, soft smile with braces. He seemed around his mid to late 20's but it was hard to tell since the guy had a face like a teen.
"Hey, my apologies.. is William here?? I need to talk to him.." james stood silent for a bit.. "no.. he's not here. Why? Who are you? What do you want from him??" James felt the need to interview him. He shot his hands up "im his therapist, he hasn't shown up once to his sessions in the past month and I can't seem to get a hold of him. I was just worried and wondering if something happened..?" James's heart dropped.. "I-.. I haven't seen him in months.. I- would you like to come in??" James was worried sick he pulled out his phone and immediately started to dial Wilbur's number.. the guy came in and the phone started to ring.. and ring.. 4 rings later wilbur picked up.. well it wasn't really Wilbur. But Marco. "Hello?" His deep evil tainted voice called through the phone. "Marco? Where the fuck is wilbur???" James felt his blood boiling.. "he's with me, calm it dude. He wants to stay here with me for a long while.." Marco mumbled. "Oh. Right.." James hung up, he found Tommy and will's therapist asleep. Tommys eyes were heavy and filled with eyebags. And the other guy seemed peaceful.
James went to Tommy's room and felt himself trembling as he saw how much of a mess his room was.. he felt bad.. but he knew that he wouldn't explain to Tommy why he never texted or called. He couldn't not after what happened..
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Wooo finally so much angst!! Hope it was good. I'll try to slow the story down since I know it's kinda speeding up a lot.
This part got updated, im switching up the story since I feel that the way the story is going isn't what I want, thanks :3
