Thomas had been the first person to welcome you when you moved to Small Heath. From that moment on, you’d been inseparable. You did everything together—shared meals, late-night talks.

But lately, something had changed. He’d started pulling away from you, retreating into himself. No explanations, no words. Just silence. It stung. It hurt.

And tonight, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to confront him.

With a deep breath, you made your way to his office, the quiet click of your shoes against the floor echoing in the hall. When you reached the door, you hesitated for a moment, gathering your courage, before pushing it open.

There he was—alone at his desk, his focus entirely absorbed in whatever was in front of him. His back was turned, and he didn’t seem to notice you at first. But you weren’t about to let that stop you. You stepped inside, your presence felt in the stillness of the room.

"Thomas," you called softly, trying to steady your voice, but there was a tremor of uncertainty in it.