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He opened his eyes faintly, slowly letting his eyes fine-tune to the radiance from outside bursting in through the window

He opened his eyes faintly, slowly letting his eyes fine-tune to the radiance from outside bursting in through the window. Rubbing his swollen eyes with his fingers he turned onto his back. The bed was bare and cold now that Bailey was gone. He tilted his head to look at the alarm clock on his bedside table and let out a heavy sigh at the red numbers 5:30 glaring back at him. It was too early in the morning and he had no where to go.

His eyes settled on the skylight that rested in the middle of the ceiling in his room. He watched the grey clouds drift by, listening the pitter-patter of the downpour crashing onto the roof above him. He knew having an apartment on the top floor would eventually pay off. He watched as the sky turned from a dark purple into a dark grey and then a pale blue. He watched the day passed him by in what felt like a second and before he knew it the sky was purple again and then neon orange before it turned pitch black yet again.

He lay in bed thinking of her. Wondering where she was, what she was doing, if she knew that he still loved her. If she ever saw him in people walking down the street like he did her. He wondered if she ever figured out that after they had broken up and he left town while she was on tour, he went to every one of her shows. That he stood in the back, in the sinister shadows, where he was sure she wouldn't see him and he watched her. Pined for her, loved her and wished her the best in life, even if she on no account heard him.

He didn't know where she was and he wasn't sure where to even begin in order to find her. All he knew was that he had to tell her—be it now or a year from now, one way or the other—he would get the message to her. He would tell her. But first he had to practice, he had to rehearse, he had to think of every conversation that they could have once he told her and he had to come up with a response to it all.

He wasn't one for acting on impulse. He used to be, but after he lost her and wasted away years with pointless relationships he was done being impulsive. He had to know that his time around, it was going to work.

He finally emerged from bed at around eight in the evening. He showered and threw on some clothes. Making his way into the kitchen he went to start a pot of coffee only to find that his cabinets were bare. Without Bailey around he hadn't had the chance to make it down to the store lately.

So he grabbed his keys from their spot, wrapped a scarf around his neck, picked his jacket up from off the back of the couch and made his way down to the busy city street below him.

He stepped out the door of his complex and right into the windy chill that suddenly froze his face. Breathing into his hands he quickly paced himself towards the coffee shop on the corner.

Just one cup of coffee and then it was back to bed for him.

The coffee shop was getting closer and he quickened his pace. Looking through the windows as he approached a smile spread across his face at the sight of how warm it looked inside. He pushed the door open just as someone else pushed it from the other side.

They collided into each other and before he could realize what was happening he saw a cup of coffee fly into the air. The cup came crashing down onto the owner of the said cup.

Tommy winced as the steam of the burning cup of coffee rose of the gentleman's shirt.

"I am so sorry," Tommy apologized, "So sorry." They meandered back into the coffee shop.

"No apologies, it's not your fault," the man looked up from his now wet shirt and smiled at him.

"Please, I was in such a hurry to get into a warm building, I wasn't watching where I was going, let me buy you a new cup of coffee at least."

"It's okay really. Obviously I wasn't paying attention either. Please, you don't need to make up for it any way, but thank you."

"Yeah, anytime," Tommy handed him some napkins to help soak up the coffee from his shirt.

"Hey sweetie," a female voice came from behind the man, a neatly manicured hand sat on his shoulder.

The man turned around as Tommy stood there, looking on, still feeling guilty— waiting to persuade the man to let him buy him a cup of coffee.

He listened in on their conversation. He envied the man. Here he was, on a cold winter night, with a woman he loved. Tommy longed for that once again.

"Oh no," he heard the woman say, "what happened?'

"Just a little accident, it's okay though, just give me a minute to go clean myself up in the restroom."

"Yeah of course," the woman replied.

Tommy looked up when he noticed the man stepping away towards the bathroom. And then it happened. His eyes landed on hers. Standing face to face, he froze. The same eyes that graced the magazine cover the other day were now staring at him again. Only this time they weren't just an image on a page, but they were burrowing deep into him, right into his soul.

They both stood there, neither saying a word. He couldn't find the words to say and she was stunned, so sure that she would never see him again after she came back from tour and he was gone.

He didn't move. He just started at her, waiting for her to say something, anything. He blinked and when he opened his eyes, sure that she would be gone, just a fragment of his imagination, he found that she was still standing there, frozen.

She realized she had stopped breathing when her eyes met his. She could feel the tears wanting to escape. She could feel the love seeping back into her bones. She could feel her arms overwhelmed with excitement wanting to throw them around him. Instead she stood there, staring back him, not breathing, not saying a word.

Suddenly a voice broke through the ice, "Okay, then, are we ready?" There was suddenly an arm around her waist and she remembered who she was there with.

She looked away from him and up to the man standing at her side.

"Ye—Yeah… I'm ready," she wrapped her scarf around her neck and he began to lead her outside.

"Jude," Tommy spit out, turning towards her just as walked by him.

She froze in place as she turned her head to look at him, her head was tilted towards the floor and she lifted her eyes to meet his.

"Do you two know each other?" The man with Jude questioned.

"Jude," he stepped towards her, grabbing her hand in his own and pulling her towards him, it was like she was in a trance and she couldn't snap herself out of it.

Suddenly she looked up, taking her hand back and folding her arms across her chest, "I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Don't," he pleaded, "I have to talk to you."

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