Blue Tears and Blue flowers...

Chapter Eight (last Chapter)

It's been a few months since Tom and Tamara began to hangout again. Tom found himself falling for Tamara more and more with each passing day. It was absalute hell. He hated it. But, also, loved it at the same time. He wanted to hold her, cuddle her, hug her, kiss her, and just love her. He loved her so much. So, so much.

His thoughts were invaded by the girl he was oh so in love with as he walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen. There, at the sink, was Tamara with a cup of water in her hand as she looked out the small window over the sink. It was January and it was snowing lightly. Tom smiled at her then began to blush when he noticed the clothes she was wearing. She was wearing a white T-shirt that exposed a bit of her stomach and some light blue shorts that went to the middle of her thighs. Her hair was down as well and fell over her shoulders. She looked stunning. Tom kept blushing as he avoided eye contact with her and did what he needed to do. He walked to the cabinet and grabbed a box of graham crackers then began to leave. "Tom? You alright there buddy?" Tamara asked him as she grabbed his arm. He blushed more and nodded. "Yyeah... I'm fine. J-just a bit sick is a-all...." Tamara frowned then felt his forehead. "You're not burning up.... hm...." She shrugged then sipped her water. "Okay then. Well, don't work yourself to hard now Thomas. Alright?" She said to him with a crooked smile. He blushed a bit more and nodded. "Y-yeah..." He then rushed off to his room.

Once he was in his room, he immediatly clenched his heart and panted as he leaned against the door and slwly slid down. "I'm an idiot..." He said to himsef and sighed. His thoughts were soon invaded by Tamara.

[I] "Tom you're a dork!" Tamara giggled out and hugged Toms arm. Tom kissed her head. "Yeah, but at least i'm your dork." He smiled, she giggled more. "Mhm! And it better stay that way too!" Tamara pouted, Tom chuckled and began to cuddle and kiss her. "Of course!"

He smiled. "I wish..." He then began to think more and more. She could never love him. She can't love at all.

It's your fault.

she can't fall in love with someone and be happy with them.

You did this to her.

She could never have kids.

You must suffer with the consequences.

She can't be truly happy.

You were blind.

She could never love him.

Tom teared up. "What have I done..." He whispered out and began to cry. It was getting hard for him to breath. He was choking. He felt something rise up in his throats and slowly near his mouth. He kept crying as blood pooled out of his mouth. His throat burned. Then soon, whatever it was in his throat came flying out along with blood. He went into a coughing fit as he held his throat. After a bit he looked down at what he had coughed up. There in front of him, in a pool of his blood, lay a single blue rose surrounded in flower petals.