Tuesday... later.
We finished dinner and decided to go for a walk along the riverside as a group. Siva and Ana held hands, the moon above us shining down with approval. Nikki and Sally sipped milkshakes, discussing the shopping spree they were planning for tomorrow, Val put her arm through Nathan's, speaking about how nervous they were to go to the Eiffel tower this week and Jasmine and Kumar walked together, making awkward conversation about nothing. It was clear they liked each other.
Tom stretched his back and noticed I was shivering in the cold, evening air.
“Man up.” He smirked. I laughed sarcastically and rubbed the goosebumps away from my arms.
“It's not even cold!” He grumbled. I sighed and turned away. His attitude was infuriating.
“Says the one wearing a jacket.” I said, under my breath. He must have heard me.
A little while later, everyone decided they were going back. “We're staying out a while, aren't we Soph?” Tom said. I frowned at Ana who was equally as confused as me.
“We are?” I asked, looking at him. He nodded and put his arm around my shoulder.
“See you later.” He said to Siva. “I have my key.” He added.
As they walked away, Ana turned to face me over her shoulder. I gave a small nod to tell her I'd be okay and she smiled and turned back to Siva who kissed her forehead.
Tom took my hand and guided me to a bridge.
“This is the highest bridge in Paris.” He told me, his breath showing in the cold air. I nodded, looking at the surroundings. There were couples walking by the riverside, there were Frenchmen playing instruments for money, the atmosphere was strange, yet warming.
We sat together on the bridge wall, close, but not touching each other.
“So, that kiss...” Tom said with his smirk.
“Oh, stop. It was a dare.” I said.
“Come on, I know you've been wanting to do that since we met.” He said, the smirk staying in place.
I pushed his arm and shook my head. “Think what you like, Parker.” I said.
“I shall do.” He said, putting his feet up onto the wall, his knees level with his chin. “Please be careful.” I said.
“You're not afraid of heights, are you?” He asked. I turned away.
“So, are you going to tell me the truth?” I asked, not looking at him. He crossed his legs and turned his body to face me, almost on the edge. The thought turned my stomach.
“Truth about what?” He asked. I sighed.
“Everything. One minute, you're cool, the next it's like you hate me.” I said.
“Aww, does it hurt your feelings?” He asked.
“What are you doing after you finish college?” I asked, changing the subject.
“I'm going to play music in London. I have a ton of CDs and files that I recorded and I dunno, maybe they'll sign me or something.” He said.
“So you're a band geek.” I said.
“See, I open up to you and you shoot me down.” Tom replied.
I laughed and pushed his arm.
In a split second, he had jumped off of the wall and I was upside down over the edge, my loose hair blowing in the wind and the water below seeming closer and closer.
“Tom! Stop it!” I shouted. I tried to strain to see his face. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat, having the time of his life.
“I'm serious!” I shouted, gripping onto his fingers. I felt sick. The world was spinning.
“I got you!” He said, putting on a show for the people gasping and pointing.
“Come here, I got you!” He said, pulling me up and hugging me to his chest. I pushed him away and hit him, hard in the chest.
“Are you crazy? You don't do shit like that, I could have died!” I shouted.
He laughed, shaking his head. “Not to mention what would of happened to me when I jumped in to save you.”
“You're a dick!” I screamed, walking away.
He came after me, putting his coat around my shoulders. I hadn't even realised I was shaking.
“Did you want me to go over?” I asked as we got closer to the hotel.
“You weren't even close.” Tom replied.
“Yes, I was.” I said. Tom's facial express changed as he realised he had in fact scared the shit out of me.
“You don't know what close is.” He said.
I stopped in the street. “Don't give me one of your stupid lines.” I replied.
Tom remained silent and looked at his feet. I walked away without him.
“Goodnight.” He called after me.
I got back to the hotel and climbed the stairs to my room, hoping I wouldn't bump into any of my friends because I would probably burst into tears.
Inside, I found the room empty. The others were probably in the bar downstairs. I took off Tom's coat and heard a strange sound from the pocket. I picked it up and found a bottle of pills in the pocket.
I frowned.
Philmen's Pharmacy
Mr. Thomas Anthony Parker.
CYMBALTA ORAL
Take two, three times a day, after each meal.
I took out my iPad and connected to the wifi, googling Cymbalta.
Cymbalta pills are used to treat a variety of conditions, including depression. These medications can help prevent suicidal thoughts or attempts and provide other important benefits.
I blinked, taking in the information.
Tom is depressed.
