Shooting Stars- A Dear Starboy OneShot

Shooting Stars

It's been months after Tords's death. Tom still refuses to accept it.

1:23AM

The entire house was silent. His so-called father was rushed to the hospital for alcohol poisoning and he hadn't seen his mother since late November. He didn't care anyways. He sat in his room. His door was shut and his window was wide open. Sometimes he still wished for a letter to fly through it and land safely on his bed. He knew that wasn't going to happen.

Tom couldn't seem to sleep though that became a problem for him a long time ago. It didn't bother him. He didn't have to worry about school either as he stopped attending at the start of the year.

Then the not-so-brilliant idea came to Tom, to go to the place where he and Tord danced in the rain, where he and tord laughed and bonded more. Maybe it would bring him some comfort to his life. So that's what he did.

The blue hoodie Tord had given him was flung on, along with some black ripped jeans and a matching pair of checked Vans. Before walking out the door Tom grabbed a piece of folded paper with a silver pen and walked downstairs, then out the house.

The walk there was silent. Tom was still clutching on to the paper and pen, slightly creasing the paper. His mind was blank, it felt like someone was controlling him.

Then the entrance to his shared place was in sight. The sound of the running water made him have second thoughts. His eyes began to water but no tears spilled; part of him was thankful for that.

Tom reluctantly walked into the forest, his feet trailing behind him.

"This won't be so bad" Tom said to himself.

Deep inside, part of him knew this trip back to the place where the tragedy happened would turn sour quickly. The other part of him wanted this trip to be happy and give him comfort. He definitely preferred the other option but he knew the first option would most likely happen.

He quietly and quickly walked to the shared place. He couldn't remember how far in the place was but knowing him he would be there soon.

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The sound from the rushing waterfall grew and grew. Tom's anxiety level was growing by the second. His feet seemed to slow down and stick to the ground. The mind he had wanted to run and travel but his body wanted to stop and run the opposite way back to his house, where he knew he'd be safe.

Then he found it.

The waterfall was as loud as ever and it felt like it was screaming in his ears, the way it could flow one one place to another in mere seconds made Tom frightened. Tord must've been so scared.

That's all he could think about. Tord, Tord, Tord. All the times he spent here with him, all the laughs and all the things they talked about to one another. He couldn't do that again, not until his time ends.

His watery eyes soon started to leak little droplets that plopped onto his hoodie. He sniffled quite a bit and wiped it away with his sleeve.

He began to use his phones flashlight when his eyes were getting too blurry to see out of. Looking about with the flashlight he noticed the small root of a tree that was growing nearby. The feet started to pick up a pace again and in no time he was standing in front of the root.

The root of the tree he and Tord planted.

He found it funny. The new life was was growing seemed to contrast with the tragedy that occurd in late december. It felt somewhat calming to know there's finally good starting to appear out of badness. This was where he decided to finally rest.