Emma stood in front of Tom's door, her heart pounding in her chest. She had barely slept the night before coupled with Tom’s fight with Mark today, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on her. The confrontation with Tom felt unavoidable, a storm. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked.
The door swung open almost immediately, and there he was, looking just as conflicted as she felt. His eyes darkened as he saw her, but he stepped aside, letting her in without a word. The tension between them was visible, the air thick with unspoken words.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Emma turned to face him, her emotions a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion.
"Why did you do it, Tom? You left first! You hurt me by making me and what we had a joke.”
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