As I woke up it was already 10am. I had slept a lot. I layed in my bed not able to move. I felt empty. I looked at my phone and blinked. Wait Tom wrote me? Really?
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I must be still dreaming. He wasn't mad or annoyed? God what was happening? My head fell back into my pillows. My head was so full of thoughts. It took a couple of minutes till I got myself to stand up.
This afternoon I went back to Tom's room. In my hand one of my favourite books. We talked the whole afternoon and night about books.
It was actually really great. He wasn't quite fond of my choice in books but I read a lot of books he had read too. So we had a lot to talk about.
And I loved it. It was like I really talked the first time to him. He understood me in so many aspects. It was almost scary. We repeated this the next day. I noticed how his cold got better and better. I made sure he took his medication. Even though he pleaded that he was alright again.
On the fourth day I didn't went to Tom. A ravenclaw boy asked me to help him with some of his studies. I was glad to help so I accepted. Since Tom was really better I assumed he didn't needed me anymore.
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