Light - TomTord AU

Flightless Bird

(Third person limited, Tord)
Tord looks at Tom's locker in confusion. He shakes it off, closes his locker, and goes to his first class.

(Time skip because I have nothing interesting to write for classes)

The bell rings for lunch and Tord runs to the bathroom. He's been starving himself, so the overwhelming smell of food would probably drive him insane. He just sits in a stall. His stomach growls so loudly that it could probably open an inter-dimensional rift.

Then he realizes how much it hurts. His scars, his pounding heart and his stomach. The pain seems to beat in a rhythm.

This is for the better. You don't have a purpose, let yourself die. You don't-

He stops his running thoughts and runs out of the stall crying. He doesn't care to notice the familiar face standing next to him, washing his hands. He doesn't notice until he puts his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks. "It hurts," Tord replies. "What hurts?" Tord lifts his arms away from the sink and he stumbles from vertigo.

He pulls up his sleeves. His fresh scars are bleeding. The older ones are just red and still burn.

(Tom's POV)
Maybe it's what mom told me. He only hates me because he has problems of his own. Or maybe it's that I-

I look up into his eyes. Then, I look at my chest and it glows a very soft blue. He doesn't notice, but now I know. I look away and grab some paper towels. I wrap them around his arms. "I bet you've been starving yourself. Meet me at the café closest to here. I'll buy you breakfast tomorrow."

I don't know what I did today, but it felt great.