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DON'T LET GO
"Oh my God, I'm stuffed." Bill groaned. "I don't think I've eaten that much in forever."
Their table, situated at a cozy corner of the restaurant, was covered in empty plates and glasses. Bill was leaning back on his chair, hand on his stomach. Tom was extremely anxious. His hands were shaking so badly with nervousness that he had stuffed them under his legs to hide them. He had barely eaten anything, he felt that if he had eaten he would have thrown up. Bill, on the other hand, ate up every single morsel of food of his appetizer, main course, and dessert. He grabbed his glass of water, gulping down the remainder of it.
"I can see why this place is so popular. The food is so good." he groaned again.
Tom made a noise of agreement.
They sat in silence for a while, before Tom made up his mind. This was it.
"Hey, um, Bill, I wanna, um, tell you something."
"Sure."
"Can we, uh, go outside for a bit? There's too many people in here."
"But it's starting to rain." he said, nodding towards the floor to ceiling windows near them.
"I know, it's just really important."
"Okay, if you say so." he shrugged, getting up and walking to the glass doors that led to the eating area outside. He pulled it open then waited for Tom to pass by him first before shutting the door behind them. There was no one eating outside, as it was raining. Tom led Bill by the hand to a secluded spot which wasn't covered by the awnings hanging over most of the tables. They got steadily wetter and wetter before Tom finally got the courage to speak.
"I know you'll be really, really mad at me."
"Of course I'm not. What's going on?"
"Um, I, uh..." Tom couldn't put the words into sentences. He completely forgot the speech he had planned."
"You...?" Bill encouraged.
"I-" He couldn't think of what to say. Finally he sighed.
"I know who killed Grammy."
Bill's eyes widened.
"What? How come you didn't tell me this before?!" he exclaimed. Tom could sense a feeling of betrayal emanating from Bill.
"I- I-"
"Come on Tom, you know I would want to know first thing!"
"I'm sorry, I-" Tom racked his brains for something to continue his sentence, but he couldn't. He just couldn't.
Bill shut his eyes, breathing deeply, calming himself down.
"Okay. Doesn't matter if you didn't tell me before, as long as I know now. Who is it, then?"
"It's... it's me, Bill. I... killed Grammy." he said, hands clenched at his sides.
"Tom, stop fooling around. Who is it really?" Bill said, annoyed.
"I told you, I did."
"No, you didn't Tom." Bill said, shaking his head vigorously, eyes widening as he stared into Tom's identical ones, realizing he was telling the truth. "You didn't, Tomi, you didn't!" his voice was high-pitched and panicky.
