★fallen star★ [tomtord]

drowning

tom.

tom tom tom.

the only boy on tord's mind.

why?

why THIS boy?

but tom had rejected him. why?

it had been weeks. weeks since the two boys met.

he couldn't help it anymore. he wish he could say everything on his mind to the boy. the boy with the sparkling black eyes that reflected the stars. the boy with all of the hoodies. the boy who loved the sky.

his star-dust.

this boy had helped him so much with his ever-growing depression. it had devoured him over the past few days since tom had rejected the devil-horned teen. tom didn't know about the tears that he shed in the daytime or at night when they weren't together. he wasn't aware of the scars on his arms or his legs that tord had made with a knife.

he didn't need to know.

tom never needed to know that he was torturing himself.

torturing himself with a knife.

torturing himself with tears.

he was drowning in his own depression.

why tom?

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tom woke up in the middle of the night. he had done this for weeks. past a month of waking up to see the person he yearned to see in the days.

he opened the window after he had pulled on a pastel splattered sweatshirt and was ready to jump out to meet his companion when he saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks.

a light summer breeze tickled tom's cheeked as he watched a figure with devil horns emerge from a house. tord was holding a metallic object that shone in the moonlight. his face was stained with tears, and what seemed like more on the way. what the object was, tom couldn't tell.

tord walked towards the trees to the place tom had shown him weeks ago and disappeared in the woods and towards the clearing.

tom decided not to follow him.

some fights needed to be fought alone.

as he climbed into his bed and turned off the light, it struck him just as fast as the light had disappeared.

tord was doing one thing and one thing only.

cutting himself.

he needed to know.

tom needed to know that he was torturing himself.

torturing himself with a knife.

torturing himself with tears.

tord was drowning in his own depression.

why tord?