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* Tuesday *

Thomas POV

I wake up by the sound of my phone. I turn it off and get up. I'm going to the living room. There is nobody.

Maybe he left for his usual jog.
I'm going to the bathroom.

I take a shower and brush my teeth.

I go to the kitchen.

The door closes sharply and suddenly. I hear accelerated footsteps and then another door that closes.

"Jemmy, are you here?"

No answer.

"James !!!"

Still no answer.

I leave the kitchen. In the living room there is nobody. As I approach his door I hear ... crying ??? I do not know if that's it, because they are barely audible.

"James ???" I say, knocking several times.

There is no more noise. I try to open the door, but it's closed.

"James, are you crying?" I ask him.

Always nothing.

The door opens. James is there and he smiles at me. He is fine?

"What's up, Tommy?" James asks, keeping his smile to me.

"Uh...I have...uh..." I can not finish my sentence.

"Were you scared when you did not see me?" Asks James. I do not want to tell him that I thought he was crying. I nod.

"Poppet Tommy,~" James says, taking me in his arms. I'm blushing.

"You're so cute Tommy, but try to think that if I'm not here, I'm probably jogging." He says, walking away to look at me. I nod him.

"But why did you run?" I ask him.

"Uh...that's normal....it's because I had to take my medicine fast because I forgot to take it in the morning," He says quickly.

"Is it true?" I ask him. He nods and gives me a smile.

"I'm going to go shower," James says as he left.

I hope he does not lie to me and that he is fine.

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