Strange Stories (MultiFandom Oneshots)

One Last Time

*Says in a dramatic exaggerated narrator voice*
((I just imagine Aphmau Im soRRY-))

TORD'S POINT OF VIEW

  I was walking down the hallways of the apartment complex. It has only been a couple months since I blew up their house but I'm sure he'll forgive me. I just want to see him. I had to see him. I walked up to the door of his apartment and knocked feeling anxious by the second. The door opened and I was met with- Edd? Shit wrong apartment. I quickly pulled up my black hood over my head before he could see my face. 

  "Um, hello?" He says in a questioning tone. I tried to look around without lifting my head up and it seems that I did get the wrong apartment.

  With a cough to clear my throat, I spoke in a Dutch accent, ((Fookin idk not doing research on this one.)) "Are you Thomas Thompson?"

  "Uh, no sorry, he's two doors down mine, 112."

  "Ah, thank you, kind sir." I nodded my head as a goodbye and walked towards room 112. I knocked there being ready to see the hot Jehovahs Witness getting anxious by the second. The door opened with a classic Tom. Classic, adorable Tom. He was wearing his regular hoodie. It was clean and its bright dark blue color, completely clean, no alcohol stains on it either. He had his black pants on with his ska shoes as well. As hot as always.

  "Hello?" His majestic voice knocked me out of my daydreaming and I looked at him. Oh yeah, I forgot my hoodie was still up. "You look very suspicious... what do you want?". He glared suspiciously at me. I need to stop thinking.

  "Uh, w-well... Tom..." I let my accent slip on accent and his eyes seemed to have widened a bit on recognition.

  "Commie? What the bloody hell are you doing here?! Aren't you suppose to be dead?!" I winced a bit when he said the word 'dead'.

  "W-well..." I decided to just book it and quickly leaned up to peck his lips. ((Yus the Tordle is short in this one)) His lips tasting a tad bit of alcohol and strawberries. ((Tord want a strawberry?)) "I'll permanently go away from your life now" I said with my eyes closed. I bolted it down the hallway and ran as fast as my legs could take me not bothering to look at his expression as my eyes opened.

  I ran into the forest and climbed high on top of a tree and sat there looking down. I estimate about 50 to 60 feet. Perfect. I Looked at the sky and over the town. I heard footsteps followed by shuffling of leaves though I didn't mind much attention to it. I stood up and closed my eyes ready to do what I promised not just to Thomas, but myself. I leaned forward head first.

Wind and force

Pain

Warmth

Water

What happened after the fall, I may never know yet. My breathing seemed to slow as the seconds pass by with a soft sound muffled is heard.

  ((Great now I want to write another book AAAAAA))