"they needed the comfort only found when tangled in the sheets"
it was always them. the trio. to the three of them, they were the sun, the stars and the moon. just luke, thomas and apple.
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started & finished ; 2017
mature themes and language
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The day Thomas died was a dull day. Bleak, dreary, cold and grey. The clouds covered the sun and rain threatened to spill over them.
For Apple, she had been out at the Sunday market. A weekly occurance to stray her mind.
Returning home to see a trail of notes leading to the overflowing bath full of bloody water, had pushed Apple over the edge.
She screamed. She screamed for hours. Screamed until she ran her throat raw.
••••
The funeral was on a sunny day. A happy note for the deeply saddening event happening on the ground.
A group of people huddled around a coffin being covered with soil. A coffin that held Apple's best friend- Thomas.
She glanced over at the headstone on the grave next to Thomas' and smiled as she read:
Luke Marshall
1980-1998
Loving son, friend and boyfriend
Loved then, loved now and loved forever
She wiped a few stray tears from hear eyes before bending down to place two entwined wreaths on to her best friends graves. Apple turned and pressed a kiss to Thomas' parent's cheeks, before turning back and walking towards the train station.
•••
A man watched as a young woman sat down across from him and pulled out a crumpled letter. Reading it, a few tears dropped onto the table before the girl carefully folded it up and placed it back into her back. Looking up, the young woman smiled a watery smile at the elderly man.
She looked at him as he began to tell the story of his late wife's battle with lung cancer and she knew that somehow the pain had gone and it all started with Thomas and Apple being naked.
