Thread: Tory & Vaughan Who: Tory Gnosis and Vaughan. When: March 1. Morning. Where: School, Vaughan's (former) room. What: Tory thinks Vaughan had left. Except Vaughan hasn't really left.
Vaughan was gone and Tory was distraught. The night before he had gone down to Vaughan's room as per usual, with a tray of food. He had arrived and found the room unlocked and empty. Not just empty of Vaughan, but empty of all of his things. His tent, his clothes, his posessions, everything was gone.
With shaky hands Tory had managed to set the tray down, and he had sat down on the bed, not wanting to believe that Vaughan had left. Left without even saying goodbye. Without Tory getting a way to track him down. He had been planning to give Vaughan his cell phone again, completely with a battery powered charger he had bought (figuring batteries would be easier for Vaughan to find than an outlet).
But Vaughan was gone.
Tory sat on the edge of the bed for hours, waiting for him to return. Holding onto hope that Vaughan would come back to say goodbye at least. But the hours slipped by, and no Vaughan. And the tears that trickled down Tory's cheeks turned from slow fall to torrent of sobs that wracked his small body.
He crawled under the blankets of the bed eventually, and clutched at the pillow that still smelled like Vaughan. And that was how he had spent the night, curled in a ball and crying. But not sleeping. Even when he pinched his eyes shut, sleep wouldn't come. He had stayed there the whole night, coccooned under the blankets. Crying more tears than seemed possible for a single person to have and feeling like his heart - his whole being - was being ripped in half. He clutched the pillow like a life raft and barely moved, except for trembly, shaky motions under the blankets.