OUT of the BLUE
part 2
He gave one last glance and slowly closed the door,
A shiver went through you as you held your arms around yourself.
You sat on the chair behind you, Polly, and gave you a sorrowful look.
"Polly, why am I here? Why?" the tears fell.
"Because, watching and waiting for Thomas to call on you, assuming he's 'happily' married!"
"Isn't he?" you asked. Polly said, "well, he is married, but there isn't anyone around here that would say he is happy."
"But he is still married, happy or not!" you said, defyingly!
"i.m going home. I'll be on the early train back to London!"
And you did! Polly was upset that you were leaving and tried to get you to stay. You refused! You were gone before anyone else knew it and before Tommy could stop you!
Tommy went to Polly's house to find you, "where's Y/N, Polly?" Polly had no choice but to tell him everything. You're love for him and her little scheme of matchmaking and that you left back to London!
He was not pleased! He said nothing and turned towards his Bently. "where are you going?" Polly shouted from the doorstep! Tommy yelled back, "where do you think?"
He left in his car, it took him longer to get to London for him than it did for you! By the time he found out you had left it was already sundown and raining!
Meanwhile, you had your bath and a good cry! you put on your most comfortable nightgown made of white cotton with a warm fluffy robe. It was the same icy blue color as Tommy's eyes! You finally curled up on the sofa with your tea and a book, trying to separate yourself from your reality even if it was just for a few minutes.
Out of the blue, you hear banging on the door, it startled you from your thoughts. You spilled your tea and dropped your book!
You walked to the door and asked, "who is it?"
You would never open the door without asking. "Open the door, Y/N!" You heard that deep voice behind the door and knew who it was. You only opened the door three inches, Tommy said, "Can we talk?"
"You could have called me why are you here?" You asked, looking at the floor.
"you can't hang up on me." He said with a tiny curl of his lips.
"Okay, so talk," you said with trepidation.
"Polly told me everything," he said.
You rolled your eyes and said, "great, so what do you want from me?"
Well, I want you to come back." He gave you a soft look with his head tilted.
(Damn it, Tommy, why did you have to look at me like that?)
"Please open the door, let me in and we can talk."
What's to talk about, Tommy?" you said, as your voice cracked a little. You stepped back away from the door without actually widening it. Tommy stepped in still dripping wet from the rain. You sat back in the original spot you were sitting in earlier. You gestured to Tommy to sit down in the chair. He took off his wet hat and sat it on the floor next to the fireplace along with his coat and sat down. He sat forward and rested his forearms on his thighs, folded his hands, and turned his head to look at you.
You looked at each other in the eyes, you felt the moths in your tummy grow into seagulls, you were afraid to ask..." So, why are you here, Tommy?"
