KNOCK KNOCK
-Tom? Tom, please, open the door!- You whine as you knock incessantly. What has gotten into you before? How could have you been so foolish? Even if it would have been the case of telling him, couldn't you have found another way, another moment?
-Please, I just wanna talk! Please, we-we have to talk about it, right?-.
Still no response. You're sure that he's in his room because you've heard him going inside before, but he doesn't produce any sound.
-I didn't want you to get angry at me.- You admit: -I, I don't know what I wanted. I just... I couldn't lie to you anymore. Tom, if you could feel what I feel any second in this body! If you just... maybe you were right, maybe I've told you only to get rid of my conscience. But all I wanted was to make you happy! I know I did, I know we've been happy together these days! I only didn't want this happiness to be founded upon secrets.- you conclude your muddled confession. But silence is his only answer.
-Please...- You beg, sliding on the door to the ground: -Open the door for a minute...-.
You feel your eyes burn and despair mangle again your chest. You're not doing this to move him, you swear. You really feel like this. You're not a bad person.
-I see. You see me as a monster right now.- You sob, wiping dry your cheeks: -That's ok. I only ask you not to talk to the others about this yet. At least try to calm down first. Try to... to understand me, if you can.-.
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