|CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT|

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Both their lips slowly moved in sync with each other. Tears streaming down both of their faces. Blood staining their clothes and skin.

Soon enough, the kiss came to it's close. Tord sighed as he hugged Tom's head close.

His eyes slowly glanced up towards Paul, whom is remaining still with the memory erase gun in his hand.

Patryck on the other side of the door, holding his AK but with not even speaking.

Tord gave a slight nod towards Paul. Giving the sign that it was time.
At this moment, Paul walked down the small steps and approached the front floor. Just in front of the stage.

"Thomas, I'm so sorry." Tord apologized, but before Tom could make out any words or objections, the sound of the memory erase gun is used.

It hits Tom right in the middle of his eyes. He collapsed into Tord's lap. Unconscious and passed out.

Cheeks stained from the amount of tears he shed, eyes puffed and red around them.

Tord kissed Tom's forehead and lifted the unconscious male in his arms. "He won't remember this traumatic amount of events. I will put him in the infirmary for rest." He informed to Paul as he walked into the direction of the exit. Carrying Tom out.

Patryck opened the door for Tord. The Leader carried his unconscious boyfriend out and headed straight in the direction to the infirmary.

Paul and Patryck look at each other and sigh heavily.

"I can't believe he actually went through with this." Patryck stated with a small frown across his face.

Paul shakes his head. "Well, it's too late now. Even if Tord regrets this, he can't take it back. His friends are murdered in cold blood."

"Let's go honey, Tord probably needs us right now." Patryck acknowledged towards the other male.

Paul gave a firm nod as the two left the auditorium. As the two stepped out, they noticed Brandon and Liam step forward.

"We'll clean up the mess." Liam grumbled as he entered the large auditorium with Brandon.

"Sounds good." Paul muttered towards the other soldiers as they walked away.

Separating there ways.

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