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Tom gives a nod of acknowledgment, and we both smile. “Which one confessed first?” the comedian asks. “We are not a couple,” Tom answers. “So which one confessed first?” the comedian repeats his question with a knowing smile. As if planning to ride with the joke, Tom answers, “I did.” “Ah!” the comedian says. “I thought so.” “I was rejected. So, we have different lives now.” “Different lives, and yet, you are still together here.” “Completely a coincidence.” “Ah! Just like how friends do it.”

Tom nodded and looked at me, and we shared a gentle smile. Then, he said, "Can I tell you a secret?" My curiosity piqued, I asked, "What is it?" Tom's next words stunned me. "The reason why your mom actually wanted to end our relationship was because she felt bad, Allison." My eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean? I thought you guys fell out of love."

I pulled him away from Caleb, who stood slowly, his eyes never leaving Tom's face. "It was nice to meet you," Caleb said to Tom, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we can talk about penguins again sometime." "Okay!" Tom waved enthusiastically as I dragged him toward the exit. "Bye, mister!" Maya fell into step beside us, carrying our bags and shooting me worried looks. Tom chattered about penguins the whole way to the car, completely oblivious to the fact that he'd just had his first real conversation with his father. Once we were in the car and Tom was buckled in with his headphones on watching a movie, Maya turned to me with serious eyes.

"You haven't lost anything, Hazel. You're still the same amazing person you've always been. You just need time to heal and figure out what comes next." Hazel looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears again. "Thank you, Tom. You always know just what to say." Tom smiled at her. "That's what friends are for." Hazel couldn't help but think about how different her life was going to be now that Gerald was out of it. They had shared so many memories together, and now it was all over. As they finished up, Tom spoke up again, obviously not wanting Hazel to go back to Office. He took a glance at his wrist watch and he realized that the lunch time was over. "Hey, do you want to do something fun t

The hours passed, the game giving way to late-night reruns, our conversation drifting from sports to old memories—college days, mutual friends, the city before it became a maze of danger for me. Ethan’s laugh, rare and genuine, pierced my chest, his ease a spark that warmed my heart, my throat easing as I realized we were bonding, however fragile, my jaw unclenching as I leaned into the moment, my heart steadying with the hope that this alliance could hold. Two nights and a day later, Tom called us over, his voice calm but heavy, his eyes fixed on the monitor, his hands gesturing to the screen, his professionalism a grounding force that tightened my chest.

Tom said with a gentle wave of his hand. Since he'd spoken, Theodore didn't protest any further. He obediently finished the bowl of chicken soup placed before him. Sigourney followed suit-eating while complimenting the flavor, even praising Tom for his thoughtfulness. Seeing Theodore's bowl slowly empty, the faint smile at the corner of Tom's lips grew a little deeper. After dinner, The three of them moved to the living room to chat, nibbled on some fresh fruit, then eventually returned to their rooms to rest. Tom, being of advanced age, needed to retire early-so Sigourney and Theodore also turned in not long after.

April knew what she was doing as she threw the last blanket towards Josh and I, resulting in us both sharing by sitting unusually far away from each other. We sat round talking for what felt like hours, realising that just sitting with friends was a much better alternative to the party. Yet I stayed quiet, watching everyone instead of talking. Tom was smiling with a contentment that I had missed from him when we used to live together. I was assuming that we were essentially the fresh air that he needed from the people at his school, and it made me happy to see him happy. Tyler was cracking his usual crude and laughable jokes as I began to lose track of how much he had managed to make me laug

Tom lay in the room until five in the evening before he regained some strength. He was about to get out of bed when his phone vibrated. Seeing that Julian was calling, he lifted the phone with much difficulty and answered the call. “Tom, where did you go? Why haven’t you come home for so long? Mom and Dad are starting to complain,” Julian’s voice was gentle as usual. Tom tried to keep his voice composed and natural. He summoned all his strength to say, “I went out for a trip with some friends, and I’ll be back in two days.”

His eager voice was so obvious even through the line and Tom gave a small smile that his father could not see. “Soon, Dad. Yesterday, I saw Belina again after one week of staying with Martha and she finally told me I could move on because she had decided to let go of the past.” Tom was happy to announce. “Oh good, good. So you are ready to come back?” He wanted to know. “Not so fast, Dad. Have you forgotten I have seen every other person but Liza the most important and recent?” He reminded his father softly. “I am sorry to say I totally forgot in my eagerness to see you.” Mr. Thompson sounded ashamed of himself.

Tom blushed as he thought of Emmett and his gorgeous smile. “Alright, then.” The manager shrugged. Tom ate his lunch and took a quick shower before leaving the hotel with his manager. “So it's completely over with that guy you told me about?” he asked on their way to the shooting site. “Nate Walker? Yeah, it's over.” Tom nodded. “We're not meant to be with each other.” He chuckled, “It was a waste of time.” “I thought it was going well.” The manager looked at him with confusion.