Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 130.

Y/N's pov~

I lay in bed, the space beside me empty, cold, and lonely. Tom had left four hours ago, claiming he needed some fresh air, and I was foolish enough to let him go. Since then, he hadn't responded to any of my messages or calls.
At 1 a.m., I heard the door open. He was back, my eyes still open, swollen from all the tears that had fallen. I stared at the open bedroom door, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him. After all, the light in the living room was the only one on, as I didn't like to sleep in the dark. And I sat up, hope in my gaze as his figure moved through the room. A bottle hitting the countertop, casting its shadow on the wall, his nose pointed at the bedroom door. He was watching me, debating wether to come in. Then, the footsteps grew louder and louder, and I had hoped he would finally join me. But he stopped in the doorframe. His back illuminated by rays, yet his face as dark as the wall. I couldn't make out anything but his tousled curls. With some concentration, perhaps the discern in his tired face.
"Do you want to come to bed?" I wanted to ask him. "Are you okay?" I worried. "Where were you?" I wondered. But my mouth was sewn shut. No words wanted to echo aloud.

The strong scent of alcohol seemed to have doubled now. I could smell it, and it shattered me just a little more. With a heavy sigh and a heave of his shoulders, he clicked off the living room light and retreated to the couch. No goodnight kiss, no "I love you," no touch I longed for so desperately. Another tear could have escaped my eye, and perhaps it did without me noticing, as numb as my cheeks felt, but I tried not to let it get to me. Tried to close an eye, to get a second of sleep, the way I needed. But it wasn't possible. Not without him. Not without knowing he still loved me, not without him knowing I still loved him. Close to two in the morning, I got up, a blanket around my shoulders. The room was cool, and the soft rain tapped against the window pane. City lights still streamed in, guiding me to the sofa where he lay. His legs just long enough to fit on the couch, one arm over the backrest, the other on the floor. Both looking profoundly uncomfortable. Too small for him. Yet he slept, and even though he was unconscious from the alcohol, he slept, and he looked peaceful. After all the crap, he looked peaceful, and it made me happy. But he must have been cold in his damp T-shirt. Had it been raining earlier already? I draped the blanket over his body, making sure he was warm, wouldn't catch a cold. Making sure he continued to sleep as I knelt beside him. Running my fingers through his beautiful curls, kissing his forehead, stroking his cheeks, and laying his arms on his chest until the position looked somewhat more comfortable.
"Please forgive me," I whispered, clinging to the thought, to the hope that he would. He would be merciful and give me a second chance. That's all I wanted.
"I'm so in love with you Tommy..." I whispered, just one more kiss on his temple. He must feel it in his dreams. He had to!

Even though I slept without a blanket that night, I woke up the next morning with the exact same blanket covering me. Had I only dreamed of giving him the blanket? I rubbed my eyes and glanced at my phone, time running low. I had to be outside in half an hour, and as I jumped up to get ready, I quickly noticed that I was the only one left in the hotel room. Tom must have already been on his flight back.

Outside, it was storming for such an early hour, the palm trees almost getting hail, the drops sounding like stones against my window.
I grabbed my bag, wrapped my body in a coat that hopefully did its job of keeping me warm and safe, and headed out, just leaving the lobby as I saw Clark stepping out of his car.

My eyes were puffy, my face almost swollen, and even though I was still close to tears, I pulled myself together as Clark locked his car and spotted me as if he hadn't expected to see me.
"Morning little one." He slipped the keys into his jacket pocket, the rain soaking his hair completely.

"What are you doing here?" was the only question on my mind. Why would he drive to my hotel, especially so shortly before work?

"I'm supposed to drive you to the set today. Didn't Reez text you?" I checked my phone, shook my head, the rain intermittently stopping and then intensifying. I almost thought it was just an excuse to talk to me, but then again, it sounded too genuine for Reeze to forget something like that.