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“Do you think you can handle it?” Andy asked.
Tom held the invite in his hands, reading it over and over. “Y-Yeah. I can definitely handle it.” He assured, though the slight stutter was there.
“Are you sure? I’d go with you but I have a game that day.” A slight twinge of guilt was evident in the former-player-turned-coach’s voice.
Tom nodded. “I can manage. Don’t worry about it. Good luck with the game.” He smiled, and Andy was placated for a bit. He left the house a bit later, and Tom let himself drop to the floor.
He never did get over Harper’s death. Sure, they didn’t know each other that long, but after everything they had gone through together, and all the time they spent together, it felt like forever. It was clear to him that she wanted a future with him. He had hoped it was clear to her that he wanted the same thing.
But some things weren’t meant to be. Why though?
It was just so unfair. She was the last person who deserved the fate she got. She went through so much and that was what she got? How was that any kind of fair?
Tom had promised her he would keep going, because he had a feeling it was what she would have told him. It’s been hard, but thankfully, he had his friends at his side, even if he was more distant than he would have liked. He wasn’t going to miss her brother’s wedding then.
Besides, it had been too long since he saw the other three of their little group.