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Tony Balerdi shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be standing at the bottom of the steps staring up at the door, as if it would fall, hitting him in the head. He shouldn’t be walking up the steps. He shouldn’t be placing the key into the hole, and opening the door. It was empty. There was nothing here. Only a bed pushed underneath a windowsill. It was a tiny apartment in Pairs. A small little place, which had been abandoned by someone Tony loved. He shouldn’t be here anymore. He had convinced everyone around him. He had moved on. He was done with loving Adam Jones. He could no longer love Adam Jones. He was abandoned by him years ago, but still, he is missing those beautiful blue eyes and cheeky grin. He comes here. He lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. Adam is most likely dead. Dead of an overdose, or killed by the drug dealers he ran away from. He can not forget him. This was his place. Their small little place. In his mind, that’s what it was. A dusty little apartment Adam refused to let go. It was the first one he had bought with his own money. Tony smiled softly to himself. The chef would go out of his way to work his hardest to get to the top and crash harder to the bottom.
Tony frowned. It was time to leave it, this palace. Leave Adam Jones behind. He stood up from the bed heading to the door. He held the knob for a few seconds taking in the dusty air before heading out down the stairs. Tony Balerdi was leaving Adams Jones for good.
A few weeks later Tony Balerdit was messaged by a ghost. Adam Jones came back and Tony Balredi was in love again.