Thom, lounging on the floor with his back against the sofa, gazed through the glass of the patio doors. The corner of his lips twitched as he watched sparrows flying to and fro in a sky filled with hues of pink and orange, as the sun prepared to say goodnight on another day.
“This isn’t like you, mate. You don’t do this. You shake it off and do, I don’t know. You do something that’s not… this.”
Without looking away from the birds, Thom shrugged. “What am I supposed to do, Gul?” He didn’t want to anything. Nothing was worth doing. Not without Ava.
“I don’t know, mate. I honestly don’t know but sitting here, moping around your study all day and night, isn’t going to help. Look at you. You’re a mess. You haven’t been to the club in a week, you’ve not even left the house at all. Where the
