TomTord (instagram rp)

Tord-

The noise of the door clicking open rose him slightly. But he didnt open his eyes. He thought it was just a doctor just checking on him. But when he did open his eyes, his heart lurched. I tried to take a quiet breath, but it came out so broken and even it obviously alerted Tom. He had to let Tom know. It was now. Or never. "T-Tom..? When you get home... Can you go into my room. In the closet. Th-nnfg...there should be a checkered box... Your name on it... It was for your birthday... But t-that passed... And I never got to g-giving it to you..." He gasped out, finding breathing next to near impossible. He didnt want to actually say it. He chickened out before he even managed it. Just like how he chickened out on giving tom his gift. He didnt look towards tom, but Tord stared at the ceiling, the dull ache in his wounds coming back. He hates everything right now, he just wanted to sleep for a good year. But the grey eyed male couldn't, his mind was racing. Only if he wasn't so weak on expressing his true feelings to those he loved so much. To Tom, who had managed to win his heart.