Everything I learnt about breaking hearts I learned from you

Tom gasped as the city centre came into sight. He realised his stuff was at Sisky's, and he had no way of getting it back. No idea where it was either.

The blonde huddled together in his hoodie and walked down the road. He jammed his hands in his pockets, walking towards an alleyway where he could be alone. He sat down in the corner, tears coming readily to his eyes. He put his head in his hands and cried. Nick's gone... I didn't even know... Mike killed him... Mike killed one of my best friends... He hugged his knees tightly.

Suddenly, one of Tom's feet hit something. He raised his tearstained eyes and stared at the mouldering body. The guitarist gave a whimpering scream, pressing against the side of the alley. He didn't have the energy to get up, but he could see that the body had been ripped apart - like Adam's.

Ryland walked through the alley because he didn't have enough patience to use the patience to use the main streets.

Tom wiped his eyes. "I guess I'd bump into some victim sometime." He whispered, staring at the body.

Ryland slowed his pace a little, sighing. He didn't feel any guilt about shoving Aliceabella in that dark room.

Tom looked at his watch. "My stuff..." He stood up with a groan.

Ryland heard a sound and switched directions, deciding to make a detour to feed.

"Sisky's place..." Tom mumbled, half asleep. He began to walk towards the direction he hoped it was in.

Ryland picked up his pace a little when he heard his target start to move.

Tom shivered and pulled his hood up. He quickened his pace, feeling a strange prickling at the back of his neck.

Ryland started closing in, sticking to shadows.

Tom spun around, certain he heard footsteps. "Is anyone there?"

Ryland stopped, considering whether or not to reveal himself.

Tom's brow furrowed. He started walking again, speeding it up.

Ryland shrugged and followed, creeping along behind Tom.

Tom bit his lip, looking behind him nervously. He began to jog away, breathing a sigh of relief when he entered the well lit main streets.

Ryland frowned slightly, cursing mentally. He hadn't been paying much attention to where they were.

"Sisky's place..." Tom mumbled. He pushed his hood back down with a frown, looking around.

Ryland raised his eyebrows, grinning. He dropped back to follow Tom from a casual distance.

It began to rain. Tom started jogging, trying to remember where his friend lived.

Ryland followed, waiting to 'accidently' bump into Tom when the guitarist made an obvously wrong turn.

"Fuck!" Tom stopped. "Where the hell am I?"

Ryland stepped forward like he was heading somewhere and 'accidently brushed into Tom.

Tom flinched away, staring at the taller man in confusion.

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