When the moon met the sun (ENGLISH VERSION)

-15- OVER COFFEE

-TOM'S POV-

Marc summoned me to his office. It's not often a good sign when he says things like that.

I knock three times on the door.

- Come in !

Putting my hand on the handle, I take a deep breath, push open the door and enter the room.
- Hello, Marc.

Marc
- Hello Tom, please sit down.

I excuse myself and take a seat on the chair opposite his desk.

Marc puts his hands together and looks at me.

Marc
- Tom, you seem really lost lately.

Tom
- Do I?
I say almost in a whisper.

He nods.
- Is something wrong?

I sigh.
- I've got a few personal problems but nothing serious, don't worry.

Of course it was serious, it was even awful.

Marc
- You know you can talk to me about anything that's bothering you.

Tom
- I know, but everything will work out in the end.

I couldn't convince myself, so how could he believe such a thing?

But he didn't reply; on the contrary, he waved me out of the room.

Leaving the office, I put my hands to my face, running them up my hair.

I'm lost, completely lost. I have a monstrous urge to cry my eyes out. But I can't, I can't show such weakness. It will only lead to explanations I don't want to develop.

I head for Blaire's room, with only one desire, to see her, to hold her close to me, to feel the warmth of her body against mine.

To find in her what I've lost.

I knock three times on her door.

- BLAIRE'S POV -

When I open the door, I see an exhausted Tom. His dark circles mark his face with a fatigue that has caught him off guard.

He takes a few steps before resting his forehead on my shoulder, his arms around my waist.

I wrap my arms around his neck, caressing him up and down.

I don't ask any questions, because I know he won't answer them. I know very well too, that's not what he wants right now.

He's putting most of his weight on me, but I'm not even paying attention. I hold him tight against my body, supporting him.

His breathing is slow but his heart is beating fast.

I pull away from his embrace to take his hand.

I move towards the bed, lying on it, drawing him against me.

He comes to rest his head on my chest, I wrap my arm around him, his arm grabs my waist again.

I place the blanket over us.
His eyes closed, I gently caress his cheek with my thumb.

- Thank you, Blaire.
he whispers.

I place a kiss on the top of his head. He sighs, a sigh of relief.

Blaire
- Rest, I won't leave you alone.

He nods as sleep slowly takes him.

- 3:45am -

I wake up slightly, feeling Tom's body move against me. He whispers a few words.