★fallen star★ [tomtord]

violent thoughts

tord sat on his bed, his heart racing. tom had kissed him last night. he had, hadn't he? it was a blur ever since the boy with the void eyes had connected his own lips with tord's.

he didn't deserve tom. nebula-boy deserved so much more than a worthless norwegian flower lover. why did he care when he cut?  he shouldn't have. tom should've left tord to cut himself closer to death.

he finally got off the bed and shook his head to rid the thoughts swimming through his head. tord grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started to write another letter. he put it in another envelope and sealed it. the letter fell into a box along with the first flower crown he had made for his lover.

tord put the box near his bedroom door and laid on the bed, his thoughts suddenly turning violent.

he should've never moved here. he could be dead right now. tom could be happy with someone else. tord was such a baby. why did he have to do this? his life was just a sad invention, a sad excuse for a depressed, anxious teen. all he ever does is run. run away from what's true.

why did tom love him? he wasn't worth it.

this isn't what tord wanted. to be such a baby.

but.... there was one nagging thing in the back of his mind.

what would tom do if he died?

tord didn't want tom to become depressed like him. he wanted to spend the rest of his life with the other teen. they could become married, couldn't they? maybe one day they can become fallen stars together. he needed tom. tom needed him, right?

violent thoughts.

they ruined everything.