time is cruel.

it does, to him, to us.

but tom made sure to live it to the fullest, filling the gaps to the brim with nothing but joy and love you deserve as much as the milky way, like your eyes.

but when you said you're scared, snow falling at us, he knows to himself that he's terrified — to let go, to say goodbye and leave off the back door to never see you again. but what is grief if not love persevering?

"then i'm sorry i can't hold your hand anymore."

cause he's no longer there.