Sensitive But Strong (TomTord)

Chapter One - Blind

Paul's POV

Patryk gasped as I shot him a confused look.

He's so cute. But I know I don't have a chance... My 'wife' died a few years ago.

But anyway...

Tord's POV

I wish I could see what my men we're doing, but I just heard footsteps fade away.

They came back and I heard them speaking quietly.

"S-sir?" Patryk softly said.

"Yes?" I questioned.

"Your conditions are horrible, sir. Your injuries are so bad the whole thing caused you to loose your since of sight... R-Red Leader..." He said.

My whole life felt like it just caved in...

I thought the things I would loose...

"I'm going to there house this afternoon." I spoke.

"O-okay sir..." Paul mumbled.

"I suggest you get some sleep... " Patryk spoke softly.

"Okay..." I laid down, and covered up.

I closed my eyes,

What's the point of keeping my eyes open anymore?

Just then I fell asleep.

~Time skip to the morning~

I open my heavy eyelids in hope it was a dream.

I still couldn't see anything.

"G-good morning sir, I've been waiting for you to wake up." Patryk spoke up.

I jolted to look where the voice came from. I knew it was Patryk, I just wanted to know I was facing him.

"Go start the car." I commanded.

"But sir, you can't see. How are you g-"

"I KNOW I CANT SEE, QUIT REMINDING ME!" My anger took control.

I could her sudden movement from Patryk (he flinched btw)

"I apologize," I softly spoke, "and I know this place like the back of my hand, I have everything handled."

Third POV

Patryk didn't completely trust this, so on his way the the car he told Paul to keep an eye on him.

Little did they know, Tord didn't need anyone's help.

Once he was ready, he walked down the long halls like he could still see.

His dark gray converse shoes perfectly placed themselves on the ground, avoiding everything he could trip over, he knew when to go down the stairs, or how to work the elevator.

He made it all the way outside with Paul unknowingly following close behind.

He stopped, having no clue where the car was parked at.
He helplessly shoved his hands into his hoody pockets.

"This way sir," Paul gently tugged on Tord's red sleeve, leading him to the car.

Once Tord was in the back seat, Patryk started the car.

Of course Paul was in the passengers seat.

Tord played with the loose strands on his ripped black skinny jeans.

Tord thought of falling asleep, because it would take 1000 years to get there, so he faded into rest.

Substantially less than a 1000 years later (Lmfao let me know if you got that)

About an hour passed, as Tord woke up.

Tords POV

We were parked, at satin knows where.

"A-are we here?" I yawned.

"Yes sir, we stopped by there house and saw they didn't live there anymore." Paul said, clearly sick of my shit.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I don't get paid enough for this." He sighed.

Patryk budded in, "the house is no longer a house, it's just a pile of rubbish, they live in a apartment now."

Wow that makes me feel alot better about myself.