I sat on the foot of my bed trying to hold in my sniffles.

I didn't notice Tom entering the room, and I slightly jerked when he touched my hands. He was kneeling in front of me.

"Are you okay, love?"

"Yes."

"Look at me," he said and raised my chin, so that I could meet his eyes.

A tear stained my cheek, and he softly brushed it away with his thumb.

"I will be back soon, I'll be back in 2 months, you won't even know that I'm gone, we'll talk everyday," he tried to cheer me up.

"You know I can't wait that long, I'm already missing you and you haven't even left!" Sobs escaped my lips.