What To Do… I 60B

Thirty five minutes later, still sitting in the living room, on his favorite comfy chair thinking about what to do, he decided on it. First a text to Travis. –“Tom is with me.” The only words he can type that showed restraint. He wanted to shout at Travis for this. Then a call to Beatrice. Because he needs to be calmed down. Guilt suddenly took him by surprise. For what he has that his dear friend no longer does. He gripped the phone tightly, suddenly conflicted. Maybe he shouldn’t be so hard on Travis. He frowned.

Tom lay in his best friend’s bed, the sheets smelled musky. Like it had been abandoned for months. Which is the case. Tom was too distraught to pay much attention to that. But it did make him think Tate is so much luckier than him. In many ways. He lay on his back and pulled out his phone from his trouser pocket and called the one person he desperately wanted to talk to. “Hi Sweet Stuff.” He spoke the moment she answered. Unable to wait.

“Hi.”