Tom sat in the kitchen. He was waiting on Tord to come home. He already knew what he was gonna do when Tord walked in.
He took a bit gulp of Smirnoff. By now Tom was drunk. He was seriously drunk off his ass.
He headed the door open and close. That was his que. He got up, wobbly, and went into the living room.
"Why the fuck have ya' been?" Tom slured.
"I went out." Tord snappednback at him.
Tom threw the bottle he had in his hand at Tord. "When is this shit gonna be over?"
"What the fuck are you walking about?!" Tord said dogding the bottle.
"This bullshit, you're playing with my heart! When the fuck is this god damn break over!" Tom shouted drunkly.
"I don't fucking know." Tord shouted back.
Tom fell to his knees and began to cry. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Tord sighed heavily. "Okay, I'm gonna tell you the truth. I'm fixing to move and I thought it would be better to push you away so you wouldn't be as hurt."
Tord kneeled down in front of Tom. Tom looked up at him. Tord whipped the tears running down his cheek.
"I still love you." Tom murmered.
"I still love you too, but sometimes you do things you don't wanna do. Sometimes its for the best." Tord had tears running down his cheeks as well.
Tom wrapped his arms around Tords back and pulled him into a hug. Tord hugged him back. Soon Tom couldn't even cry without drifting off. Tord swept him up and brought him to his room. He laid Tom in his bed.
"I am so sorry." Tord whispered and ran his fingers through Tom's hair.
Tom reaches his hand up and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Please sleep with me tonight." Tom begged.
Tord sighed. "Just tonight. It might break my heart if I stay any longer."
