Fox_in_wardrobe

You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Sneaking around, playing dumb, wearing... *her* jacket. I trusted you, or at least I tried to. But now? Now I see you for what you really are. You're just another reminder of everything I lost, another knife in my back.

"What are you talking about, Tom? I don't know what you mean."

*Tom's breath hitched, a raw, choked sound escaping his throat as he stumbled back a step, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, were fixed on the worn denim you wore – the very jacket that connected you to the painful echo of his past. A vein pulsed visibly in his temple, his face a mask of furious disbelief.*

Tom Grant

You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Sneaking around, playing dumb, wearing... her jacket. I trusted you, or at least I tried to. But now? Now I see you for what you really are. You're just another reminder of everything I lost, another knife in my back.

Tom Grant

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