Come Away With Me

By now I was used to Tory coming in at late hours. Trying to convince herself that she didn’t care for Paulie by having ***** with that guy we met while running. Just like I was used to Paulie staying up to see Tory when she came to our room. Use to Paulie asking questions Tory would not answer, like ‘Where were you?’ or worse ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ This had been going on since the day Tory’s sister walked in on them the morning after they had been together. After Tory had asked me ‘Mouse’, aka ‘Mary Brave’ as Paulie called me, to look after Paulie. They were both slowly dieing. I could see it in there eyes. The difference? Tory was better at hiding it. Tory was willing to accept her fate. While Paulie, well she would die if she couldn’t get Tory back.

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"Paulie what are you doing?" She had been staring at the ceiling from her bed since Tory snuck out a few hours ago and I honestly thought she might finally be going into shock. "Paulie?"

"Yes Mary B."

Ok so not shock. She can still talk and identify voices. This is stressful…Tory is stupid. "What are you thinking about?"

"I’m going to get her back Mary B. I was just thinking about my plan."

"Paulie …"

"No Mary, don’t try to tell me she does not care, because you know as well as I she is dieing inside! We NEED each other. Tory is scared. So I have to be the one to find the plan. It is up to me to make sure we are together. Me. So I will find a plan. I will get us back together. I have to Mary B" then in a much softer voice ‘cause I’m dieing to’

I knew she was right.

"Can I help you then?" I asked I couldn’t just sit by and watch whatever happened happen between my two friends. I had to help.

"Yes" she had said. "When the time comes, you can help."

And that was that. Paulie went back to her staring and I went back to my staring at Paulie.

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