He screwed up.
Big time.
As in, lose the love of your life forever big time.
Shit.
"Breathe, Tommy Q, breathe."
Breathe?
What was he talking about?
There was no breathing without a heart.
There was no heart without Jude.
Double shit.
He needed her and he...
he let her go.
Thought that she'd be back.
She wasn't back.
She'd been eighteen for...
check watch
18 days, 18 hours and...
18 minutes?
What the hell?
Maybe it was a sign.
Let her go.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
No.
Go after her then.
What?
Go get her man...
and...
that's what he did.