Thomas POV

I wake up.

I get up from my bed.

I go to the living room, there is nobody.

My heart is tightening.

I go to the kitchen.

Nobody.

I head for James' room. I knock on his door.

No noise.

"James !!??"

I open the door.

Nobody.

I panic.

Thomas, calm down. Maybe...he's gone for a jog? Yes surely.

I wait.

....I wait.

I wait again.

He's not there.

I'm going to brush my teeth.

I open the door, but there is something heavy that prevents me from opening it entirely.

I push a little. Space is enough for me to pass.

I go back and see blood on the floor. I put a hand on my mouth. I move back. I see a terrible thing.

James, his eyes closed, his sleeves raised, his arms mutilated. He is lying on his back.

I burst into tears. I fall to the ground.

"Tho....mas..."

I'm looking at James He is still alive. He looks at me, but his eyes are dark.

"Ja...James, d...do not worry, I... I'll call the ambulance...."

"N...no..." He says, taking his breath. I am surprised at his answer.

"Wh..why? Why do you want to leave me !!! ??? " I ask shouting at him. I can not calanize my anger anymore.

"I...am...nothing...you can...replace me now..." He says.

His voice sounds like a whisper.

"But I can not replace you !!! And even if I could, no one can be like you !!!! " I say still not understanding why he did that.

"I love you....but...I can not bear...this...world..." James says starting to close his eyes. He becomes paler.

"James...No !!! Stay with me! We can overcome it together! James. James! James!!! JAMES!!!!" I scream, seeing myself helpless in front of him.

"Good bye Thomas, we...will see each other again...up there..." He says in a soft voice.

"I will see you again...up there... " He says in a soft voice. Once he's finished speaking, his whole body becomes pouted. He does not move anymore. He says nothing, only the blood that continues to flow.

I close my eyes.

I jump in a sitting position. I look at myself and look around. I'm on my bed. James ??? JAMES ???

He's there???

I quickly leave my bed and run to the door of his room. I'm shaking. My whole body is shaking. I open the door to see James sleep in deep sleep.

My tears continue to flow.

I feel my throat burns. I feel a wave of nausea. I go to the bathroom. I bend and hold the bowl. I vomit.

I feel bad.

I have another nausea going back up. I vomit again.

I get up with difficulty and limp a little because of my stomach ache.

I brush my teeth quickly and go out. On leaving, I look at James' door, I left it open. I was just going to close the door and go to my room, but as soon as I saw James sleeping peacefully, I smiled automatically, despite my stomach ache.

And if...

No...

I was sleeping....

No....

Next to him.

No...

I watch James sleep.

I sit on the floor and put my head on James' bed.

I sleep a few minutes later...

Finally, I sleep in his room.

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