My Best Adventure Was You (TomTord)

Epilouge

It's been three months since Tord's dramatic suicide. He cut his wrists open and overdosed on his pills. He had a slow, painful death in that hospital.

*Tord's P.O.V.*

Pain. That's all I felt as I texted my farewells to my family and friends. The one that hurt worse was the messages I sent to Tom. I know he would think that my suicide would be his fault.

But it wasn't.

It was mine.

It was the weak fear nipping at me every single second I was breathing. I can still feel the pain as the blade fell onto my skin, creating soft, but fierce gashes. I remember the peach tears falling upon Misty as she mewed with worry.

Blood was one of the main things I saw.

The red liquids blurred my vision as darkness was near. The white pills were in my clammy hands, I remember having difficulty swallowing them.

Enough about the past. I now sit on the clouds, watching over everyone I love. Writing sweet poems on white wispy sheets of paper, sooner or later letting go of them, letting them fall down to the ground below.

I miss my blue boy every second of my non human existence. Most of my poems  and notes are about him. At the bottom of each page in cursive in small letters are the words 'sky boy'.

Watching my own funeral was a strange experience, everyone was crying. I didn't want it to be that way, I wanted smiles not somber looks. I wanted bright colorful flowers, but instead got white roses.

I sat on the coffin where my body lied, peering inside I saw the me I was before. The weak one that should of died all together.

I swear on sweet Jehova's name that Thomas looked at me dead in the eyes. Tears welled up in his beautiful black oceans as he stared in my direction. I'm not completely sure if he saw me or not, but I smiled. I gave him the smile that would make him giggle.

I should of kept on living for him.

*3rd person*

After the funeral, Matt and Edd went and finished, bought a house. Tom dropped out of school, started drinking again. The cola boy was worried for the drunken depressed boy and took him in.

Tom started therapy for a bit, but soon quit. It just made his conditions worse. Several times during the sessions he seemed to get suicidal.

Pat and Pau were never really around anymore. Sometimes they would be somewhere, but no one heard from them.

Edd and Matt acted as if Tord never existed at all.

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Blue boy was sitting in his damp and darkened room, he was scrolling through the last videos and pictures Tord sent him before he died. Tom clicked on one to get the soothing he needed.

The video started and Tord was holding Matt's ukulele sitting in his hospital bed. He had a lopsided grin settled on his face.

"I can't do it Edd," sky boy laughed nervously.

"C'mon, I believe in you."

"But... I don't wanna starboy."

"Just do it, it'll make you feel better, trust me."

Matt was sitting off to the side, laughing at the nervous boy.

"Do it! Do it!" the two chanted.

Tord shifted uncomfortably but soon started to strum a few chords on the small hawaiian instrument.

He started to sing one of Tom's favorite songs.

"I was alone for a while, you came along and asked for me to smile, I guess then the stars had aligned, a flower bloomed, the clouds were rushing out of my mind."

Sky boy gave out a shaky laugh, but kept on singing the song. The song Tom held dear to his heart.

Tears stroked Tom's red cheeks.

"Well, lovesick boys will write you love songs, and lovesick girls will always listen."

He felt a pair of grey eyes burning on him, Tom looked up to see a wisped figure of Tord, leaning against the wall, smiling. He looked beautiful as he wore a flower crown upon his head.

"Tord?"

The figure nodded. Tears ran down faster. At that exact moment Edd burst into the room, quickly engulfing the crying boy.

"Why are you crying Tom?"

"I saw him, Edd."

The cola boy paused.

"Tord is gone, Tom. You keep on seeing things."

"But I see him Edd! I'm serious!"

Edd brushed back Tom's brownish locks.

"Do you want to come cuddle with me and Matt?"

Tom nodded while sniffling. Edd and Matt were like the parents he never had.

"We'll watch a movie, okay?"

He nodded once again but his attention was on the figure in the corner. Tord was sitting crissed crossed on the floor and had his eyes closed, almost as if he was listening to music.

"What about Tord?" Tom muttered loud enough for Edd to hear.

Edd whipped his head around.

"Tom, you need to face the fact that Tord is gone and is never coming back, okay? You'll torture yourself by thinking that he's still alive and breathing."

Tom nodded but gave a loving glance at Tord. Sky boy nodded back and leaned into the wall.

"Edd, I really think I should just rest, I have a lot on my mind."

The cola boy nodded.

"Take your time, Tom. I know his death has taken a toll on you," and with those words he planted a kiss on his head and walked out of the room.

Blue boy faced Tord.

"Why did you do it? Why?"

Tord's eyes were now open and shinning.

"Did what Thomas?" his voice was gentle.

"Why did you take your own life?"

He paused, his eyes told all. Fear.

"Cause I'm not good enough Tom."

"But you are." Tom took a step closer. "I love you no matter what, if you became poor or rich I would still love you."

Tord's eyes were layered with water.

"I promise, we'll be together again someday, Thomas. But until then, move on, live your life happily. Pretend I never was walking and laughing on this god forsaken planet."

"Tord... I will never forget you. You taught me the beauty in life."

"Wow, Thomas," he wiped the tears out of his eyes. "Making a dead person cry."

He smiled.

"That's my job."

Tord laughed his musical laugh.

"See you around, blue boy."

"I love you, sky boy."

"I love you too."