Thomas Sanders's POV
His voice, crystal clear, rings in the hollow room.
I want to see his face, tell him everything will be okay, that I'm okay, we can fix this. But I can't move. Why can't I move?
Something brushes my forehead, soft and tender.
"I don't know if you can hear me Thomas. But I want to tell you something."
He picks up my hand, and I can hear him start to cry. I try to force my eyes open, to look into his. But nothing happens.
"I'm sorry. I didn't stop you. I'm sorry we argued, I'm so so sorry I didn't save you. I'm sorry I didn't-"
With every apology, my heart breaks open a little more. He blames himself, he thinks it's his fault. But it's not. It's mine. I want to hold him so bad.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I feel."
His tears start to fall, I feel each one hit my hand. I attempt to squeeze his hand, but I am limp. Jon sobs, and I feel his forehead rest on me. But then he moves.
"What the hell?"
Oh no. Oh nononono.
"Tyde," Jon gasps.
"Why are you here?" Tyde snaps.
Jon's grip hardens before he drops my hand, "Me? What about you?" Your the asshole who got him drunk!"
"He did that to himself," Tyde sneers.
"Bull shit. If you actually knew Thomas you wouldn't take him to a party!"
"He liked it," Tyde spits, "He liked it, and you know it. Trust me Jon. He liked every. Single. Part."
His implication makes my mind spin and I can almost feel Jon's disappointment.
"You didn't."
"We did," Tyde lies, "Trust me. I haven't ever heard Thomas like that. I thought he was a quiet person. But no, I haven't heard anyone moan like that in a long time."
"Shut up!" Jon yells, "You don't even fucking care about him! You barely even know him! Thomas would never go to a party. Thomas would rather stay in. He'd rather put in a movie and snuggle. He'd rather play a board game and listen to broadway musicals. He'd rather spend time with the ones he loves, rather than wasting it getting drunk. Because that's who is he Tyde. He cares, unlike you."
My breath catches wand I hear my monitor beep. A hand touches mine, and I know it's Jon. How could I be so stupid? All this time I;ve been searching, feeling so desperate, trying to find someone who will care and love me for who I am. This whole time he has been right in front of me. And I want to tell him.
But I can't.
I hear a loud stomp and Tyde whispers, "It's too bad he doesn't love you."
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Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)
Fanfiction:::"No Thomas! I'm done following you around like a lost puppy!" "Jon, you never-" "I'm done Tommy," his voice goes from angry to heartbroken, "I'm just done." "Jon? What are you..." "I said I'm done Thomas and I meant it." I hear him pick s...
