when the door clicks shut, it takes every ounce of control he has to not drop to his knees at that very moment. he’s eric matthews. he’s not supposed to be all serious and completely shattered, but that’s what he is. eric matthews has never been more broken. he’s lost his best friend, the girl he liked, his brother, his parents, and now, he’s lost tommy, too. all he’s ever wanted is to make that little boy happy, and he knows he made the right choice, but it doesn’t stop the aching in his chest.
he raises his head to look at the woman on the couch, and she hears his words. good for you. he wants to throw something. how is this good for him? sure, it’s good for tommy, but it’s far from good for him. tommy was good for him, but it’s too late for him to turn back now. the look on tommy’s face had told him that. he’s pretty sure that that little boy–the boy who has changed his life forever–will hate him, and that thought only causes his heart to break even more.
he really hopes that this was the right decision.
his jaw is practically on the floor as he stares at the boy–no, the man–in front of him. the man who has been helping him, this t.j. murphy, is in reality tommy. his tommy. a smile breaks out onto his face as he cuts him off.
for the first time in over a decade, tommy is smiling at him. and that feeling old fills his chest for the first time in years. he can’t do much except stare at him, barely comprehending the words he’s saying before he’s on his way down the stairs and he’s standing in front of him.
tentatively, he reaches out, adjusting his suit before his hands cradle the sides of his face. he’s grown so much, and he’s become such a wonderful person. his hands drop to his shoulders before he can’t do anything except pull him close and wrap his arms around him. tommy. after all these years, the world has brought tommy back to him.
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