A Song For You//[Thonny]

Chapter Five

Thom stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, cringing at his own appearance. His eyes were puffy and red, his hair was messy for being so short, he looked even thinner now as well. He would be lying if he told anyone he had been eating these past few days. He was anything but healthy.

He realized that just staring at his rough appearance wasn't going to fix it, so he just sighed and walked out of the bathroom, his feet dragging against the carpet as he made his way out into the kitchen where he had heard some clatter of dishes.

He turned the corner and leaned against the counter, watching as his mom  cleared the few dishes there were in the sink. There hadn't been many, considering Thom hadn't touched food in a bit. 

"Oh, love, could you to me a favor and grab me a towel from the storage closet?" She asked once she noticed Thom.

Thom nodded and padded over to the closet, pulling it open and beginning to look around for what his mother was needing. It looked like a tornado had ripped through the closet, things thrown around in there and laying on the ground without a place to be set.

"I haven't seen you these past few days, how've you been? I assume you've caught up with some people now?" She asked nonchalantly but expectingly, looking over at Thom with a hopeful look.

"Yeah, like, a week ago I talked to Colin and Phil and Ed. It went well, we've talked a little bit after that." Thom replies, furrowing his brows as he searches the closet, not a single towel in sight.

"Thats good." She replies, smiling sweetly. "And what about Jonny? Have you talked to him at all?"

Thoms heart rate seems to speed up a bit and he pauses his search to look over at his mom and give her a smile. 

"Yeah... yeah we talked yesterday." He replies, giving her the most convincing smile he can muster at the moment. He then turns back towards the closet, his smile dropping almost instantly. Before his mother has a chance to ask questions, he speaks. "I can't find a towel-" He starts to cut himself off, pulling things off of each other until he finds a box.

He eyes it, his brows furrowing just slightly. In the back corner of the closet lays a cardboard box, his name written out on it in big, bold letters. Confused, he reaches for it, running his fingers over the surprisingly cold box, his fingers finding the edge of the flaps and opening it. He becomes more confused when he sees the box filled with papers and envelopes. Well, not filled, but there is definitely a good amount in there.

"There should be some right here." His mother approaches from behind, leaning into the closet and digging under a few items before grabbing a towel. Thoms eyes are still locked on the insides of the box, his face conveying confusion. "Whats wrong, love?"

"Whats all this?" Thom asked, turning to his mom who also furrowed her eyebrows. Thom motioned to the box and her eyes lit up a little.

"Oh, I'm quite sure those are just letters that got sent here while you were gone. I kept them just incase they were of any interest to you when you came back. I don't know who sent what, but you're more than welcome to look through them." She responds before walking into the kitchen again, towel swaying in her hand as she hums some unrecognizable tune.

Thom looks to her and then the box, furrowing his brows once more before reaching for it and lifting it into his arms. He looks down, it's mostly envelopes, unmarked with no sender obvious from the outside. He grumbles and readjusts to carry them a little more comfortably before stepping away from the closet and turning to go back to his room. "Uh, thanks for saving these." He motions to his mom, lifting the box a little and nodding his head.