(WARNING!!! THERE IS SELF-HARM IN THIS STORY, ALSO SMUT, SO READ WITH CAUTION)
Tord quietly sat in his room, his knees hugged to his chest and a frown on his face. Blood stained his bedsheets around him, and blood-covered razor blades laid on his nightstand, his mind was playing tricks on him, and voices echoed through his mind, "He'll never love you! Your worthless! Just end it!" Is what repeated in his mind. Tears fell down his cheeks, as he quietly sobbed into his knees. A soft knock could be heard from the door, along with a voice, "Tordy?" It called, the voices seemed familiar to Tord, it was Tom's. Tord slowly rose from his bed, and walked over to his bedroom door. He slowly unlocked and opened the door, to be greeted with the sight of Tom's smiling face, "Hi Tordy!" Tom chirped, looking up at Tord, "Uh, h-hi Thomas..." Tord put on a fake smile, in attempts to make himself seem happy, "I made breakfast for you!" Tom smiled and tilted his head happily, "O-oh, you d-didn't have to do that..." Tord mumbled, looking down, "But I wanted to! Come eat!" Tom grabbed Tord's hand and pulled him out of his room, Tord squeaked slightly, and followed closely behind Tom, Tord loved it when Tom held his hand, hell, Tord just loved Tom in general, every thing about him, his hair, his clothes, his smile, his laugh, his smell, everything. Tord always thought about Thomas, sometimes he even thought about him...sexually, and Tord usually gives himself a lecture about that, but he can't help it. Tom pulled Tord into the kitchen, placing him at a chair at the table. He placed a plate of eggs and bacon infront of Tord, along with a cup of pink lemonade, (I'm hungry) Tom sat in chair next to Tord, with a chocolate chip cookie in hand, he had cookie crumbs all over his face, and he looked cute as hell. Tord couldn't help but occasionally glance at Tom while eating his food.
♡Damn, I succ. Welp. Here's chapter one, sorry It was short♡
