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Tom's hand brushes against the pale blue sheets. They're cold beneath his hand and it catches him off guard for the first time in a week. He was getting used to your side being cold but every once in a while, he'd still be half asleep and expect you to be sleeping beside him. You'd have moved over, likely because he was a human radiator as you liked to call him but he'd pull you back to his chest and the two of you would stay like that. That's what always happened. Routine but now that routine has shattered and the sheets are cold on your side. Tom can't bear to move to your side. It's weird for you not to be there. It's always going to be weird sleeping alone now.
He peaks his eyes open, the sheets empty and the sun barely shining through the curtains. A sigh falls from his chapped lips, they're always chapped now. You always reminded him to put chapstick on. Tom bites the inside of his cheek with the growing lump in his throat and he takes a few shallow breaths, trying not to think about it. Trying not to think about how you'd wake up and turn to face each other. You'd have a gentle, tired smile because even half-asleep you were the happiest person in the world to be waking up to Tom. And Tom always shared the same smile because despite his weird quirks and busy life, you stayed and he didn't understand how lucky he was to have you.
Those moments were few and far between with his schedule but now he wishes he would have cherished them more. Had he known, he would have. But that's how it works. Tom didn't know what your fate would be so he just lived in the moment and assumed there would always be another morning with your bright eyes looking at him like he was your favorite person to ever walk the face of the earth. If he'd known, he would have told you he loved you more.
Maybe one more "I love you" and the sheets wouldn't be cold or empty everyday.
Tom makes his way into the kitchen for a cup of coffee before getting ready for the dreadful day ahead. But, as he opens the cabinets, a few your things still litter the shelves. One is your favorite mug. It's one you got when the two of you went to Pier 1 Imports for something. Your favorite animal is plastered across it and there's even a little figurine inside of the mug. Tom thought it was ridiculous when you bought it but that didn't stop him from using it on days you weren't home.
