Tord X Reader Part Two

The Note

"Tord..." she whimpered, sleeping.

I tightened my grip around her shoulder, worst case scenario we fake our deaths. No, the worst thing that it could be is... our deaths....

She's not safe here. She won't be safe anywhere with me, at all. God, Tord she's the Purple leader for Christ sakes, get your shit together. She's fine. Right? What if what Tom said is right, I would be the cause of her pain...

"Don't leave me..." she said, tightening the grip on my hoodie.

"Would dream of it." I whispered.

"Then why did you..."

She gasped and sat up with great speed, looking over at my distraught face.

"Tord are you alright?" She asked.

"I'm fine." I replied.

"Tord-"

"I'm fine." I repeated, gritting my teeth.

"Okay." She sighed, placing her head back on my shoulder. "You can tell me anything you know? It's okay..."

"I know." I sighed.

"Okay." She said, watching the rain out the window.

"Does Bruno Mars Is Gay?" I asked randomly.

"I don't know, does him?" She laughed.

"This is why I love you." I said pulling her closer.

(SO BABY PULL ME CLOSER-)

"Goodnight Tord." She said.

"Good night, my darling." I said.

I know what I have to do.

"I love you." I whispered to the sleeping angel.

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Your POV

The storm was only getting worse, and the fact that Tord was no where to be found, didn't exactly help anything. Where the hell could he have in this bad of a storm? Especially with the police searching like a madman for us...

"Breaking News! The criminal known as Tord Larson has turned himself in, meaning that we are all safe now. His girlfriend is reported dead, by Tord himself." The Tv shouted.

"W-What...?" I asked looking at the TV. "I-I thought we were-"

Thunder.

I jumped back, hitting my head on the couch. My hand went to my straight head, right next to my phone. I grabbed it immediately.

Tom was spamming my phone, wondering what happened, and if I was truly dead.

"Oh thank god." He said as I called him. "Don't scare me like that."

I stayed silent, at least until a blast of thunder made me scream.

"Are you okay (Y/N)?" He asked.

"No. Tords gone and it feels like I am dead. Even though I'm fully alive (good song BTW) I feel like nothing without him..."

"He's been sentenced..." Tom said sadly. "(Y/N) why don't you come live with us again, okay?"

"M-Maybe he'll escape! Yeah! He'll escape and come right back to me!"

"(Y/N)..." Tom sighed.

"P-Please..." I said falling to my knees. "P-Please Tord...."

"(Y/N) just come home okay? T-Then at least you'll have food, and probably you're mind taken off of the situation, alright?"

I hung up the phone, and started balling my eyes out. I didn't even care about the thunder, the flashbacks, nothing could compare to loosing him. Especially if he was sentenced to death, which he indeed was.

I stood up, whipping tears out of my eyes that were obscuring my vision. Looking over to the table, I saw a note.

Of course I ran over to it.

Dear beloved,

I know how hard you must be taking this, but in all honesty, I may or may not have taken the clone thing from you a bit ago. So, the person whose going to die in a few hours isn't me. Relief right? Anyway, I've fled to America, and for the love of God please don't look for me.

I can stand to see you get hurt because of me, I'm sorry. I know you still resent me for what I've done, just know that I love you, and could care less that you hate me. I'll always love you...

Tord

Song by Fall Out Boy, Jet Pack Blues.