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Work has been keeping you busy. Well, you decided that taking more time at work should keep you busy enough. Keep distracted from your aching heart. It’s been a week since your ex decided to end the relationship, he didn’t really quiet explained why. You have begged and cried yourself too sleep enough to let go. Or least you’re trying to. Your phone rang; looking at the screen you knew who it was.

“Hello,” you answered taking a last look at the contract that you’ve been reviewing.

“Are you working hard again?” It was Tom, he’s been watching over you since this whole ordeal with your ex. But he gives you enough time to have that moment to yourself.

“Not hard enough. I’m just trying to prevent from overthinking” You put the contract aside and thinking maybe it’s time to go home. You’ve been at the office since eight in the morning and it now six in the evening.

“But it doesn’t mean, you have to kill herself working. Stay put. I’ll come and get you. Just finished the photo shoot,” You were about to protest when he beat you to it.

“You are having a proper dinner from now on, drink some water and I will make tea” the list goes on. Apparently, the best way to get over heartaches is having people around you and that’s exactly what Tom is doing.

“Tom, I’m doing fine. I mean afternoon is usually the hardest part of the day. But I manage to get through it,” there was a moment of silence between you and Tom. You know that he’s thinking of a way to make you feel better.

“I know,” he whispered, you heard the hint of sadness in his voice. You knew that this affect him just as much as you. “I’ll be there in half an hour,” you refused to cry over the phone, you didn’t want to add anymore stress to yourself and make Tom worry even more.

“Okay” you whispered back. You hung up finally letting go all the unshed tears. You were strong enough to hold all day but just for this moment, you just need to let it go.

Tom was for you outside his car, scrolling through the email that he just received. He started to think to himself, why he’s feeling this way. Sure, [Name] has been your friend for 3 years now and it hurts him to see you like this. Also relieve at the same time, he can officially take care of [Name] and this time, he wouldn’t want to hide it to anyone.

“Hi Tom,” he heard her voice, it sounded so little and sad. He knew that you weren’t like this before. He can see it in her eyes, the pain and how tired she is. He was about to say something; instead he took her arms and pulling her closer to his chest.

“You’ve been crying haven’t you, love?” you didn’t know how to react. It didn’t bother you that he calls you love. It’s been his nickname for you ever since.

“I’ll manage,” you said taking a deep breath but at the same time breathing in his scent as well. It was comforting; it made the pain ease slightly bearable. He loosen up the hold around you but his arms never left your waist.

“Let’s go?” he smiled slightly.

When entered your apartment, you realized traces of Tom around your place. He has his favorite blanket neatly folded by the couch. He uses it to make sure that your not cold while watching a movie together. He has a few shirts by the guest bathroom and his toiletries set up as well. Instead of having one dish to clean, it is now two in the sink. He’s been sleeping in the guest room but he makes sure you asleep first before going to the other room. There’s a book of by your bedside table when he reads you stories before bed, you thought it was silly at first but it does help you sleep. Tom walks up to you and placing his hand gently behind your back.

“Are you alright?” he asked. You smiled at him, “Yeah,” you smiled slightly. Tom was observing you; he doesn’t like what he has done to you. You look so empty and lost.

“Why don’t you get change and let me prepare dinner?” you didn’t reply but nod instead and walking to your room.

You mindlessly walked to your room and got the most comfy clothes you can change into. When you finally got the courage to get out of your room and made your way to the kitchen when you saw Tom with his back turned to you. Frank Sinatra music while cooking some delicious meal. You knew that Tom has always been around since day one but you never really notice this. You’ve been too busy moping around the apartment that you didn’t realize that Tom is always here for you. Tears started to escape your eyes again. You walked towards Tom wrapping your arms around his waist, since he’s taller than you. Your face buried just at his mid back.

“Love? Are you alright?” he asked giving your arms a reassuring squeeze.

“I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for everything that you have to put up with me, I know it’s not easy for you—“ Tom unwrapped your arms around him and turned to you. He cupped your face in his gentle hands; you felt all the warmth rushing back to your body.

“Never apologize that my love. You are not a burden to me- I want to help you and be around you. I want you to get better okay? You’ll never be alone as long as I’m here” More tears were shed but not tears of sadness, it more like grateful. You’re broken and hard to notice that life happens but you just need to appreciate who’s around and it was Tom. He’s there for you.

“Your prince will come. He may not be riding a white horse, or have a big castle. But he will want you, and only you, and that will be better than any fairytale,” he said leaning in and giving you a kiss on the forehead. You take a deep breath and for the very first time-you feel relieve.

“Now, smile my love. You are beautiful,” he said giving you one last hug.

Nighttime rolled in and this is the hardest part, you can’t seem to fall asleep and keep your thoughts to shut up. You rolled to the other side of the bed, and thought about Tom. Was he talking about you? Maybe not, it is midnight and he’s just helping you as a friend. He was kind enough to even stay with you until you get better. Giving up, you got up from your bed and thinking of seeing Tom and maybe he can talk to you until you fall asleep. You made your way to Tom’s room.

“Tom” you whispered. But he didn’t seem to move, you tried again but this time louder. He still didn’t budge. Quietly opening the door and tiptoe your way to his bed.

“Tom,” you rested your hand by his arm, waking him up again, “Tom, wake up. I can’t sleep” he slightly opened his eyes.

“[Name], what’s wrong? Are you alright?” you nodded

“Yeah, I’m fine. I cannot sleep. Do you mind if I stay with you for a bit?” he moved giving you a little bit of space.

“I’m sorry about this—“

“sshh, it’s okay. I don’t mind,” he put his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. If it’s daylight, he can see blushing like a tomato. You were about to say something but instead, you watched him sleep. You groaned inside your head, you feel like a stalker, watching him sleep. You should probably just leave. You were just about to leave, when Tom tighten his hold of you.

“Where are you going love?”

“I shouldn’t be here. I’m sorry to wake you up,”

“No, stay. Just stay, love. Just close your eyes,” there’s no point of arguing so instead you relaxed and finally falling asleep.

You weren’t sure, if you’re dreaming but you swear you heard him say, “I love you, [Name] sleep tight”