"Tom! What are you doing here? "
" Hey. I fault? Can I just come in? "Tom was down on the doorstep. He was clearly taken by the events of the day.
"Of course." I pushed the door and let him. While waiting for that Tom came up the stairs, I looked down at me. Well, visitors fit my outfit was not exactly, but it was too late. Tom took the last steps and came toward me.
"Hey. You're still late on the road. "
" Sorry. I did not want to disturb you. "He hesitated. "I should not have come here. You want to sleep safely. I'm sorry. "He turned to go.
"So it was not meant," I laid a hand on his shoulder. "Come clean. You had a busy day, I can even go an hour later to bed. "I smiled at him.
"Okay."
Tom went past me in the hallway. I could smell that he had already drunk the odd beer. I felt sorry. The day had been very difficult for him be. Such an emotional burden was like a sporting excellence. At the end of the day it was finished. Everything hurt, the tears were used up. I was also curious to know what had driven him. He could certainly go to friends or his family found comfort.
"come clean. Would you like a drink? I have not much. Juice and water ... and wine. "Tom went into the living room, placed himself at the open balcony door and looked out into the darkness.
"water would be good. Thank you. "
I took two glasses from the kitchen, took a bottle of water from the fridge and went back into the living room. I poured us and sat down on the Couch. Tom was standing lost in thought on the balcony. After a few minutes he turned and sat on the couch too. He looked tired, exhausted. His dark circles revealed that there had been a long day. Dejected and deeply sad he looked at me. It was hard to see a good friend suffer so. I could do nothing more than to be there for him, but I was not easy. I felt transported back to the days when my family struggled with the grief for a family member. Each in his way. It was always different, but always intense and painful. And so it sounded corny, but only half the time to see again the beautiful side of life. Until then, it was still a long way.
It was burning on the tongue to ask why Tom was here, but I did not know if that was good. Silently we watched as the bubbles in the water on the glass drove up.
"Thank you for this afternoon you've been there." Tom could continue with a blank look on his water glass.
"But you must not thank you." I looked at him and studied his eyes, the sorrow in his eyes.
"It's a beautiful place for the burial." Tom was so late coming to me to talk, but it was hard to get a conversation going. I felt unsafe.
"Yes, that's right. He liked the park "Once there was a pause. I grabbed my Glass and drank a sip.
"There were many people there. Your grandpa seems to have been very popular. "Tom nodded.
"How are you getting your grandmother. If they get along? "I hardly dared to ask.
Tom sighed. "She got herself bravely. Today of course it was again very bad. The celebration afterwards was stressful for them. She is now with my Ma and has taken a sedative. The next few weeks we have to sell the house, unpack it and look for a small apartment nearby. That will be difficult. But it does not matter. "He leaned his elbows on his knees and rubbed his eyes with the palms. He sighed.
"Have you someone who will assist? "
" no. We have to somehow go it alone. That is so. But most of the stuff will probably depend on me. My mother takes care of Grandma. We have a little bit afraid that they can now hang. I have to take care of the organizational things. "
" Oh, Tom. I would like to help you somehow, but the chaos I can remove you probably do not. "
Tom smiled. "Hey, can I sit in the middle of the night with you on the couch and you wail your ears full."
"Yeah," I had to laugh. "This is a real shine to me!"
"Sady, I can maybe get a wine? "
" Sure. "glad that the atmosphere had relaxed a bit, I took the wine and another glass for Tom.
"Thank you. Now I still pillage your alcohol supply. "
" insolence, my dear colleague, "I laughingly shook his head. Maybe I could distract some of his grief Tom, at least for a short time. That would do him good. Morning in the office, I would regret it but when I rang the head and my eyes were burning with fatigue, but so be it.
Tom asked about the agency. I reported what was on the table right now is how the current status of our projects was and reassured him that his table was not about to collapse. He asked about my vacation and I reveled in my mind, got sun, beach, sea, good food and lots of back rest in the dark night.
I opened another bottle of wine. It was nearly half past one. Tom had made himself comfortable on the couch. His head was resting on the large cushions on the back, legs stretched out relaxed.
"Tom ..." I paused, "may I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"do not understand, but wrong, yes?"
"Okay." A smile crossed his face.
"Hmm ... why are you actually came by this evening? "His face was expressionless
. The relaxation disappeared. Crap!
"Sorry, I know it's late." Tom sat up, put his wine glass.
"Hey, I told you, do not get me wrong! I'm just curious. You can stay as long as you want. "
Tom exhaled audibly and settled again drop to the rear. I looked at him, he seemed to be far away. Toll, Sady! Well done!
"I just had to get out again. See someone who has nothing to do with all that shit. "He picked up the glass and emptied it on a train. Was it anger that began to creep into his view?
I did not answer. Waited for him to tell more. When I thought it would be nothing more, "he continued. "I had the feeling of suffocation. A burden that weighs me down further and further down, which makes every step and every breath is difficult. "He looked at me. "Do you understand that?"
"Yes, very good."
"I have a guilty conscience, if I do not for a few minutes of death and the whole situation but think sometimes laugh. But, hey! My life goes on. Is that so bad? Yes, I miss him and yes, I understand that other deal differently with it. "He was now up and running like a tiger in the cage around.
"You have to deal with it as it is right for you. Since there is no right or wrong. "
" You say! I can not control everything and just be there for the family! And most like to sit still all day on the couch and chew through old stories. For the thousandth time! Of this he is also not back. "
" Tom, calm down. Maybe this is the right way for your family deal with it. You do not realize that you do not like that. "
" Oh, am I to understand, yes? Was "Tom has been making. "I've always understanding. Always! "
" But Bee has surely understand for you. "Tom glared at me angrily.
"Yes, she has," he said sharply. "From her hotel room in Frankfurt, it has huge understanding for me!" I looked at him in amazement.
"What's she doing in London?"
"She has a important seminar. The you can not possibly cancel , not even if you have a death in the family! "The course explains a lot.
"Tom. I understand that you're angry. But maybe it was really no different. "
" Oh, I beg you! Since I expect once they do something for me and then they can not even cancel this seminar! What needs to happen for some time before her personal life takes precedence? "
I said nothing to it. Tom was back on the open balcony door and stared out. I saw how faded rage and anger. He rubbed the bridge of the nose and shoulders began to twitch.
I got up and went to him, he laid a hand on the shoulder. That was then. He had to get out, needed someone to be there for him, catches him with his grief. And the man from whom he had expected it, preferring to work and was for many hundreds of miles away in a hotel.
"Tom. It's all right. Come here. "Tom turned to me. Tears ran down his the face, his eyes were deep black. I was sorry he was so lost and exhausted to see.
"It's okay that you're angry." A big tear was sitting on his eyelashes, dissolved and merged with the other on his cheek.
"Come sets you back on the couch." Tom followed me like a sad little child, had collapsed on the couch and buried his face in his hands. I sat down beside him, her legs went on the couch and leaned back. Tom let himself slide to the side so that his head landed on my lap.
"I'm so tired, you know? I miss him too, very much. But I'm also glad it's over and he no longer has to suffer. "I could feel how warm his face with tears was. "Sometimes it's all too much. Everyone thinks he can unload his crap on me. Tom creates that for you. "His voice was rough and weak. I stroked him through his dark hair. It was all mixed up. We sat for a while there, all his brooding thoughts.
I had to be asleep. When I woke up Tom was sitting next to me and looked at me, leaned into the cushions, leaning his arm on the backrest, the head with his hand.
"Sorry, I'm probably dozed off."
Tom said nothing, only looked at me. I stroked a strand of hair from her face. He still looked sad, but calm and without anger. Very peaceful.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me.
" Hey. I fault? Can I just come in? "Tom was down on the doorstep. He was clearly taken by the events of the day.
"Of course." I pushed the door and let him. While waiting for that Tom came up the stairs, I looked down at me. Well, visitors fit my outfit was not exactly, but it was too late. Tom took the last steps and came toward me.
"Hey. You're still late on the road. "
" Sorry. I did not want to disturb you. "He hesitated. "I should not have come here. You want to sleep safely. I'm sorry. "He turned to go.
"So it was not meant," I laid a hand on his shoulder. "Come clean. You had a busy day, I can even go an hour later to bed. "I smiled at him.
"Okay."
Tom went past me in the hallway. I could smell that he had already drunk the odd beer. I felt sorry. The day had been very difficult for him be. Such an emotional burden was like a sporting excellence. At the end of the day it was finished. Everything hurt, the tears were used up. I was also curious to know what had driven him. He could certainly go to friends or his family found comfort.
"come clean. Would you like a drink? I have not much. Juice and water ... and wine. "Tom went into the living room, placed himself at the open balcony door and looked out into the darkness.
"water would be good. Thank you. "
I took two glasses from the kitchen, took a bottle of water from the fridge and went back into the living room. I poured us and sat down on the Couch. Tom was standing lost in thought on the balcony. After a few minutes he turned and sat on the couch too. He looked tired, exhausted. His dark circles revealed that there had been a long day. Dejected and deeply sad he looked at me. It was hard to see a good friend suffer so. I could do nothing more than to be there for him, but I was not easy. I felt transported back to the days when my family struggled with the grief for a family member. Each in his way. It was always different, but always intense and painful. And so it sounded corny, but only half the time to see again the beautiful side of life. Until then, it was still a long way.
It was burning on the tongue to ask why Tom was here, but I did not know if that was good. Silently we watched as the bubbles in the water on the glass drove up.
"Thank you for this afternoon you've been there." Tom could continue with a blank look on his water glass.
"But you must not thank you." I looked at him and studied his eyes, the sorrow in his eyes.
"It's a beautiful place for the burial." Tom was so late coming to me to talk, but it was hard to get a conversation going. I felt unsafe.
"Yes, that's right. He liked the park "Once there was a pause. I grabbed my Glass and drank a sip.
"There were many people there. Your grandpa seems to have been very popular. "Tom nodded.
"How are you getting your grandmother. If they get along? "I hardly dared to ask.
Tom sighed. "She got herself bravely. Today of course it was again very bad. The celebration afterwards was stressful for them. She is now with my Ma and has taken a sedative. The next few weeks we have to sell the house, unpack it and look for a small apartment nearby. That will be difficult. But it does not matter. "He leaned his elbows on his knees and rubbed his eyes with the palms. He sighed.
"Have you someone who will assist? "
" no. We have to somehow go it alone. That is so. But most of the stuff will probably depend on me. My mother takes care of Grandma. We have a little bit afraid that they can now hang. I have to take care of the organizational things. "
" Oh, Tom. I would like to help you somehow, but the chaos I can remove you probably do not. "
Tom smiled. "Hey, can I sit in the middle of the night with you on the couch and you wail your ears full."
"Yeah," I had to laugh. "This is a real shine to me!"
"Sady, I can maybe get a wine? "
" Sure. "glad that the atmosphere had relaxed a bit, I took the wine and another glass for Tom.
"Thank you. Now I still pillage your alcohol supply. "
" insolence, my dear colleague, "I laughingly shook his head. Maybe I could distract some of his grief Tom, at least for a short time. That would do him good. Morning in the office, I would regret it but when I rang the head and my eyes were burning with fatigue, but so be it.
Tom asked about the agency. I reported what was on the table right now is how the current status of our projects was and reassured him that his table was not about to collapse. He asked about my vacation and I reveled in my mind, got sun, beach, sea, good food and lots of back rest in the dark night.
I opened another bottle of wine. It was nearly half past one. Tom had made himself comfortable on the couch. His head was resting on the large cushions on the back, legs stretched out relaxed.
"Tom ..." I paused, "may I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"do not understand, but wrong, yes?"
"Okay." A smile crossed his face.
"Hmm ... why are you actually came by this evening? "His face was expressionless
. The relaxation disappeared. Crap!
"Sorry, I know it's late." Tom sat up, put his wine glass.
"Hey, I told you, do not get me wrong! I'm just curious. You can stay as long as you want. "
Tom exhaled audibly and settled again drop to the rear. I looked at him, he seemed to be far away. Toll, Sady! Well done!
"I just had to get out again. See someone who has nothing to do with all that shit. "He picked up the glass and emptied it on a train. Was it anger that began to creep into his view?
I did not answer. Waited for him to tell more. When I thought it would be nothing more, "he continued. "I had the feeling of suffocation. A burden that weighs me down further and further down, which makes every step and every breath is difficult. "He looked at me. "Do you understand that?"
"Yes, very good."
"I have a guilty conscience, if I do not for a few minutes of death and the whole situation but think sometimes laugh. But, hey! My life goes on. Is that so bad? Yes, I miss him and yes, I understand that other deal differently with it. "He was now up and running like a tiger in the cage around.
"You have to deal with it as it is right for you. Since there is no right or wrong. "
" You say! I can not control everything and just be there for the family! And most like to sit still all day on the couch and chew through old stories. For the thousandth time! Of this he is also not back. "
" Tom, calm down. Maybe this is the right way for your family deal with it. You do not realize that you do not like that. "
" Oh, am I to understand, yes? Was "Tom has been making. "I've always understanding. Always! "
" But Bee has surely understand for you. "Tom glared at me angrily.
"Yes, she has," he said sharply. "From her hotel room in Frankfurt, it has huge understanding for me!" I looked at him in amazement.
"What's she doing in London?"
"She has a important seminar. The you can not possibly cancel , not even if you have a death in the family! "The course explains a lot.
"Tom. I understand that you're angry. But maybe it was really no different. "
" Oh, I beg you! Since I expect once they do something for me and then they can not even cancel this seminar! What needs to happen for some time before her personal life takes precedence? "
I said nothing to it. Tom was back on the open balcony door and stared out. I saw how faded rage and anger. He rubbed the bridge of the nose and shoulders began to twitch.
I got up and went to him, he laid a hand on the shoulder. That was then. He had to get out, needed someone to be there for him, catches him with his grief. And the man from whom he had expected it, preferring to work and was for many hundreds of miles away in a hotel.
"Tom. It's all right. Come here. "Tom turned to me. Tears ran down his the face, his eyes were deep black. I was sorry he was so lost and exhausted to see.
"It's okay that you're angry." A big tear was sitting on his eyelashes, dissolved and merged with the other on his cheek.
"Come sets you back on the couch." Tom followed me like a sad little child, had collapsed on the couch and buried his face in his hands. I sat down beside him, her legs went on the couch and leaned back. Tom let himself slide to the side so that his head landed on my lap.
"I'm so tired, you know? I miss him too, very much. But I'm also glad it's over and he no longer has to suffer. "I could feel how warm his face with tears was. "Sometimes it's all too much. Everyone thinks he can unload his crap on me. Tom creates that for you. "His voice was rough and weak. I stroked him through his dark hair. It was all mixed up. We sat for a while there, all his brooding thoughts.
I had to be asleep. When I woke up Tom was sitting next to me and looked at me, leaned into the cushions, leaning his arm on the backrest, the head with his hand.
"Sorry, I'm probably dozed off."
Tom said nothing, only looked at me. I stroked a strand of hair from her face. He still looked sad, but calm and without anger. Very peaceful.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me.
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