TomTord One Shots

July the Fourth

(A/N) Wow. This was lazily made.

Tom's POV

Today's July the fourth and I'm going to visit Tord. Today may be my last time visiting him before we'll be together forever.

I smile at that thought. We have so much to catch up on.

I see him and my smile brightens. There's nothing to say about his appearance. It's obvious what he looks like now.

Rotting and dead.

I sit next to him in the grass and lay the bouquet of roses that I picked earlier in front of his grave.

Tord Larssin
1994 - 2057
A despicable and vile man who deserved the fate he received

That's what had been lazily chipped into the stone three feet above his rotting corpse. Nothing about how people treated his limp body was respectful. He had merely been thrown into a casket and dropped into a hole, buried, then left to be ignored.

It outrages me.

Then again, he did sort of deserve it.

Why did I have to fall in love with a criminal?

I'm so sorry, Tord. I'm getting your gravestone wet with my tears. And the set of eyes that you made me isn't fairing too well with the liquid escaping my eyes.

I guess it won't matter anymore though.

The fireworks are to be set off soon. Mother always told me that when I was to die, that I'd better do it somewhere alone, so that my soul could escape in peace to Heaven or Hell.

I murdered a kind and innocent human being today to throw some mud on my clean conscience, so that it was for sure that I'd go to Hell. Why do I want to go to Hell?

Tord's going to be there. And anywhere with Tord is Heaven.

I just want to see him again. I want to be with him.

The first firework blossoms in the sky, intoxicating the air with the smell of smoke. Fireworks are such deadly flowers, but my God, they're beautiful.

"It's such a nice night tonight, Tord. Too bad you couldn't be here with me."

I lean down and kiss the earth that covers his body.

"Soon, my sweet."

I pull a gun from the bundle of flowers and get it ready. I've planned this whole thing out.

I'll shoot myself and people will just think the gunshot was really the fireworks, I'll be dragged down to Hell, then I'll see Tord.

Happily ever after.

Who am I kidding? Happily ever afters don't exist. I feel so terrible for killing that nice lady in front of her children. I hate that my boyfriend was a cruel man.

I'll be taken to Heaven and even there I'll be so sad without Tord.

I hate the crushing reality of life and death.

Fuck, why don't I just get it over with?

Why do I hesitate to pull the damn trigger?

Why does my hand shake as it's pointed at my head?

Death is terrifying. That's why.

"That's him!"

The police have found me. It's now either I kill myself or I let them do it for me.

No, I'll do it.

I suddenly pull my finger against the trigger and let the gun do the rest.

I'm free.

But why am I still here?

"Tom..."

I turn around.

"Tord?"

It's him. His arm's back and a faint white glow surrounds him.

"Thomas, why would you do that?"

"What?"

"Why'd you kill yourself?"

He seems angry. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. "I'm sorry," I want to cry, but this body won't allow it.

"Tom..." He seems to hover toward me.

I turn my head. The police are now looking down at my body in disgust.

Two arms make their way around my waist. "Tom, I love you."

I look up at him. He looks sad. "Why are you sad?"

"You should have lived your life, Tom."

He keeps repeating my name and I love it. I've missed hearing my name in his voice. "My life was gone the day you left."

"Tom..."

"Tord."

"I was watching the entire time. I never left your side."

"Tord, I wanted to see you."

"Death is inevitable. You should have stayed alive longer."

"And suffer? No way," I shake my head.

"Tom, I love you."

"I love you too, Tord."

I smile and so does he.

Maybe there are happily ever afters.