Hand Guns and Irises (TomTord)

Unanswered Questions and Flowers

Tom's P.O.V
I was inside, getting yelled at. My Dad has been nonstop hitting and yelling.
But, I don't regret the kiss. It was beautiful. Soft and sweet, like a spring morning. Like every first kiss should be.
He finally sent me to my room, telling me I was too disgusting to look at.
I went upstairs, and looked out my window. My eyes widened when I saw I had left the flowers outside.
I let out a sigh. I've completed my work, and now, it's time to go.
I went to my closet, pulled out some stationary, and started my letter. It was for Tord, because I have a feeling that once I'm gone, he won't remember how to be happy.
I finished the letter and put it in a mint blue envelope. I licked it then sealed it and wrote his name on the front.
I opened my window and hopped out, my ears ringing from the hard impact. I smiled. It was such a lovely day out. One to remember when the air is cold and flowers are dead. The kind you look back on and wish it was this day again.
I slipped the letter under his house door and made my way towards the cherry tree, humming a light tune as I made my way to the tree.
Tord's P.O.V
My mom called my name and I trotted down the steps. She handed me a letter and said it was for me.
I took the letter cautiously and headed upstairs, tearing it open to see what it was.
I felt my stomach drop and my heart stop. I needed to go find Tom!
I raced out of the house and checked his house first. I didn't dare knock on the door, but I climbed up to his window. No Tom.
He wouldn't have gone to town.
The cherry tree.
I ran as fast as my legs could go, not stoping for air when my lungs burned. I saw the small forest ahead and ran faster, adrenaline pumping in my veins.
I reached the tree. I was too late.
His small body hung from a thick rope, still from the lack of movement. Blue Irises poked out from his pockets, the ones I gave him.
I dropped to my knees. Why? Why didn't he stay?
His face showed no tears or sign of fear. Tom was optimistic, he believed in things that seemed impossible to me. Believed he could teach me the  things in life I didn't understand.
Why did he leave if he still has so much to teach me?