Not a letter. Not a single one to you or to his sister Lois who you were great friends with. You were worried sick. Absolutely terrified at the thought of what could happened.

Was it another one of his stupid jokes? Was he not in the mood for writing anything? Have something happened?

As his girlfriend, well someone as close to Tom as you were should know what’s happening. You never really cared to specify what you two were but he was at the damn war and not even a piece of paper to assure he’s alive.

He was scaring the hell out of you making you pick at your nails as you laid in bed late at night. You just stared into the ceiling as another scenario lingered in your head taking the possibility of you having a good rest.

But at the knock at the window your stomach twisted. He always did that to sneak into your room late at night after everyone were sleeping.

“Doll you should let me in y’know” he said making you jump out of the bed to the window.