Tom’s apartment was a representation of his mind. Distraught, Hurt, Unorganized. He lost his world. “Summer…” he murmurs in his hands.

He was hunched over, head in his hands as he leaned into you while you rubbed his side. You, other than his sister, were the only person he would allow to see him in such a state.

He left like his life was ruined. No Summer, no happiness, no love, life. He had nothing.

“I don’t want another fish, Nini. I want her.” He leans into you, hiding his face in your neck, silently crying.