Tom's P.O.V
It's so bittersweet I can taste it. A smile appears but tears well. It confirms that I have a sibling, I had a sibling. I nod to Sam,she'll understand. I flop back into the pillow, I don't know what to do, I look to the clock, it's 2 o'clock, the same thought crosses my mind that Grace should of been at uni at this time, however I refuse to let myself cry, a silence settles upon us until the soft plod of four paws grows louder,the gentle thud of her tail wagging against the pine furniture. They say animals can understand what emotions you're going through,Rosie crawls over to me snuffled her silvery snout into my face, I choke out a laugh as a push her face despite her arthritis ridden legs she scrambles up onto Sam's crystal white bedding, we both laugh in utter surprise,the dog lies between us,her tail wagging gently as she snuffles into my chest, I stroke her stocky Labrador head as Sam places a soft kiss on her greying snout, I take Sam's face in my hands and kiss her. I can't thank her enough for being my rock for the past 24 hours, it doesn't sound long but I can tell you this last day has been the longest,hardest and probably strangest 24 hours of my life. A kiss is not much but maybe this is just oneway to show her my gratitude.
"I have to go back to my flat" I sigh the feeling of dread pitted in my stomach , I don't want to go back to face all of Graces's belongings,to smell her scent, to peel her many blonde hairs off the furniture, she reckoned it was a blonde persons problem. "Will you come with me?" I continue "of course Tom,anything" she murmurs her breath tickling my skin, I look up to her sapphire orbs glinting down on me,she's beautiful,my admiration for her washes all of me, sometimes it comes in flashes,god,that sounds really cheesy,too cliche but it's true,it's what you feel when you love someone.
Sam's P.O.V
We go the long way to Tom's flat to avoid the road where Grace had her accident, it's a strange car journey,I was so used to silence when Tom turns on the radio and begins to sing to Ed Sheeran, I'm so surprised I can hardly keep my jaw from hanging open, I join in, happy to partake in this glimpse of content that seems to be difficult to find at the minute as the song draws to a close I see sadness wash over Tom once again " she would always sing, it would drive me crazy" Tom reminisces "really? Which ones?" I ask, he seems to be happiest and saddest when he talks about her " she loved les misérables but Ed Sheeran was her favourite, small bump was a shower regular" he smiles "in the shower, around the house, in the car, even when she was cleaning her teeth,she was always singing, it was like Grace the musical" he laughs his eyes glazed recounting the recent past, I squeeze his hand as we pull into the car park. We walk hand in hand to his flat, I get flashes of us walking behind Grace as she went to CT yesterday morning but I don't want to mention it. Tom hands the dog lead to mr while he rustles around in his pocket for the key,he fishes them out inserts them into the key hole swinging the door open he goes to the side table to put his keys down,there is a small note,his eyes scan the message. Somehow he's on his knees, kneeling against the mahogany table,the letter crumpled by his fierce grip,his eyes sprouting fresh salty tears.