PROLOGUE
"Take off your robe," Tom says. He is seated on his dorm bed. His dark hair falls on his forehead, his eyes bore into my feet. I can feel he is upset. I shrug off my outer robe and stand in front of him in my oxford shirt and skirt and take his face in my hands. His eyes are closed. He won't look at me. This is one of the scary things he does –I know he is too ashamed to look at me. My stomach lurches.
I wonder what happened there this time. I trace the dark rings beneath his eyes with my forefinger. He leans into my touch. I press his face against my chest. His hands wind round my waist. I want to ask him what happened, I want to cry, cry, cry. But I do neither. I have to be strong for him. The last time I cried, he went into a downward spiral. I feel something wet –the moist cloth of my oxford is pressing against my skin. I hold him tighter.
"I am taking you home next summer," I state firmly. He does not argue.
A/N- I have started a new Tomione story, even though my Dramione story is still in progress. I have not abandoned it! I am going to finish it. But I just couldn't stay away from the tempting evil that is Tomione! Tell me what you think of this ?
