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28. A Break in Routine

Your drunken night with Tom and the resulting rejection completely undid any healing that had happened over the previous weeks. Now you were back to square one: unable to eat, or sleep, or think. This time was different though. You couldn’t help but feel a little angry. Yes, you were the first one to reach out after your initial breakup, but not only was he the one to initiate the following two conversations, he was the one to come over to your house, uninvited, and start kissing you. It wasn’t until he got to come inside you one last time before he decided to tell you he never wanted to see you or speak to you ever again. You knew he was hurting too, but you still felt used and discarded.

When you told Chelsea what happened, she took it pretty well, all things considered.

So you had to do it all again— the crying, the endless hobbies, the television embargo, the pretending you weren’t dying inside when you were at work— and eventually the sharp pain in your chest turned to a dull ache. After roughly a month and half, it was no longer crippling, but still really fucking annoying. By then you had settled into a routine that left you absolutely no time for thinking or drinking, because you didn’t trust yourself with either of those tasks. You’d get up, make some coffee, and take your dogs for a walk. Then you’d go to work, pretend you had no personal connections to any of your students or their families, come home, take your dogs out again, cook some complicated meal for the sole purpose of distraction, learn a new crochet stitch, and then go to sleep with the aid of some mild sedatives. The weekends were pretty much the same, except instead of working, you’d take on some massive and highly unnecessary project around the house in a feeble attempt to get rid of the ghost of your dead relationship.

Despite your religious routine, however, you woke up one day feeling off and you couldn’t put your finger on what it was. You dragged yourself out of bed and trudged to the kitchen, thinking to yourself that you might need an extra cup of coffee today if this keeps up. You started the coffee maker and fed your dogs, wondering if their food always smelled this strong. The coffee maker beeped and you poured yourself a cup. Does coffee go bad? Why did it smell like that? You took a sip, and the second you swallowed, you gagged. You thought it was a one-off, but then you felt your stomach lurch and you ran to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet. What the fuck? You thought about what you had eaten in the last 24 hours, but came up with nothing that would have given you food poisoning, and anyway, this didn’t quite feel like food poisoning.

Actually, it was almost like… no. Not possible. You had an IUD. The chances were less than one percent. Granted, you were supposed to have it replaced a couple of months ago, but you knew those things lasted longer than advertised, and you were in no rush after you broke up with Tom. Then you thought about it more. After you got the IUD your periods were much lighter, but you still got them every month. You tried to remember the last time you had your period. It was a couple of months ago, now that you thought about it, before that night with… fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk.

You heaved into the toilet once more, then grabbed your keys and ran out the door. You went to the nearest pharmacy, bought 3 different brands of tests, and raced back home, all the while telling yourself that this was crazy and there was no fucking way.

You peed on the three sticks and set a timer on your phone. It was the longest three minutes of your life, during which you started neurotically cleaning your bathroom. When the timer went off, you thought you were going to puke again, this time from nerves. You looked at the tests laid out on your bathroom counter. First one: positive, second one: positive, third one: positive. Shit, shit, shit!

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27. Relapse

As the weeks went by, you found that while the pain didn’t lessen at all, it was becoming slightly easier to manage. At work you focused all of your energy on being the best teacher you could be, more than you ever had before, and when you weren’t working you were trying out every hobby you could think of. You avoided the TV like the plague after finding out the hard way that every streaming service you were subscribed to had at least one series or film starring your ex boyfriend. There was one night when you made the idiotic mistake of watching the first Thor movie, only to have a total breakdown as soon as Loki made his first appearance on screen.

What you couldn’t avoid, however, was seeing Emma and Annalise every day at work. At least with Emma, you just had to pretend you were fine for a few minutes at drop-off and pick-up. The hardest part was Anna. Why was it that it wasn’t until after the breakup that you truly noticed how much she resembled her uncle? She had the same curls, the same eyes, and the same smile that he did. You did your best not to treat her any differently than the other kids in your class, but your heart broke a little every time she looked at you. Occasionally she would mention her Uncle Tom and you would have to hide your face and blink back the tears starting to pool in your eyes.

Then one day, she said something about him that actually made you laugh. Your first instinct was to text him and tell him about it, but you didn’t know if you should. What if he hated you and never wanted to hear from you again? What if it reopened wounds that weren’t even barely starting to heal yet? Then again, what if talking to each other again was exactly what you needed to be able to heal properly; to learn how to just be friends again? You grappled with yourself all day over it until you were lying awake in bed, and by some stroke of either bravery or stupidity, you decided to text him.

Despite the inevitable tears that streaked across your face, you smiled to yourself as you set your phone down. Yes, it was awkward, and yes, he didn’t exactly seem ecstatic to hear from you, but at least for a moment it felt like normal again, giving you hope that maybe he could still be a part of your life, however small that part may be.

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As excited as Tom was to hear from you again, he attempted to play it cool. After all, it wasn’t like you were getting back together, you were just trying to reach out to him as a nice gesture— at least that was what he was going to tell himself.

Following your conversation, he decided he wouldn’t text you again unless you messaged him first. Given that he was now busy working again, he figured it was a reasonable goal. However, only a few days passed until he couldn’t resist any longer.

Tom was incredibly distracted through that evening’s rehearsal. Why did you still affect him like this? Eventually the director called it for the night, and Tom, not wanting to go home just yet, invited everyone to go out for drinks.

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Your conversation with Tom that day made you annoyingly giddy. You had to keep reminding yourself that this was supposed to be you and Tom salvaging your friendship, and nothing more. After about an hour of trying not to think too hard about it, you conceded to having a few beers while attempting to take another stab at your latest hobby for a distraction. Four beers and three crochet tutorials later, you got a text from none other than the man from whom you were trying to distract yourself.

You were in the middle of typing that you were glad he was getting home safely when you heard a knock on your door. Your heart stopped. It couldn’t be…

You opened the door, and Tom grabbed your face and kissed you, desperately. Your mind went blank in an instant as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same desperation. It was sloppy and rough, and you both smelled like alcohol, but you didn’t care. You quickly rid him of his shirt and he did the same for you, immediately grabbing your tits as you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Then he lifted your legs up, hooked them around his waist, and carried you to the sofa. He laid you down on your back and pulled your shorts and panties off as quickly as he could before settling between your legs and kissing and biting your neck. You threaded your fingers into his hair and moaned into his ear. He sat up briefly to pull his erection out of his pants, then lined himself up with your dripping pussy while he brought his face back down to yours. He kissed you hard on the lips as he pushed his cock into you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. His thrusts were hard and fast, slamming into you while you both gasped and moaned. It didn’t take long at all before you felt your climax crash over you. “Oh fuck, baby! Oh god, yes!” you cried. He moaned your name in response and you felt his cock throb as he came deep inside of you.

You stayed like that for a moment, both panting, with his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes closed. “Fuck,” he huffed as he pulled out of you and quickly stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. You sat up and looked at him concerned.

“Tom,” is all you said. You honestly didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” he said quietly, not looking at you.

“I know,” you replied timidly. “We shouldn’t have let this happen.”

He picked up his shirt and put it on, still not looking at you. “I don’t just mean the sex,Y/N. I need to get over you, and I can’t do that if we keep talking like we have been.”

Your eyes began to sting as they welled up with tears. “But I need you in my life, Tom, even if it’s just a text here and there. I can’t lose you so completely like that.”

He was halfway to the door when he stopped and looked over his shoulder, but his eyes still didn’t meet yours. “And I can’t keep letting you break my heart over and over like this.” And with that, he left.

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24. Solution

The night Sarah arrived, she slept in Tom’s guest room. Tom, however, did not sleep at all. All he could do was think about you. You were clearly upset when you left his house earlier that night and when he texted you, your replies were short and vague until you just stopped texting him back all together. He hoped that you had just fallen asleep and would get back to him in the morning.

As soon as the sun rose, Tom took Bobby and went for a long run to try to clear his head. He still hadn’t heard from you, and he didn’t know if he should check on you like he so desperately wanted to, or give you your space. When he got back home, he took a shower and decided he should text Emma, not only to distract him from your silence, but also because he knew he needed to talk to her anyway.

It was the first time he had even admitted to himself, let alone anyone else, that he was in love with you. The realization had just happened to hit him as he was talking to his sister, and luckily the confession seemed to have quelled her worry— for now at least. However, with that realization came an even stronger need to know that you were okay, and by noon he couldn’t wait any longer and decided to text you.

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