Tom's POV
I held his hand, his cold warmth making me worried. I sat there and looked at him as he slept peacefully.
Tord shifted positions slightly giving me a bit of hope, but that was crushed as soon as he went back to sleep. The doctor had told me he would wake up in a few hours, but I still wanted to stay by his side. He breathed slowly, looking like an angel as he laid there.
I waited for hours with my hand over his in the quiet room. Occasionally a nurse would come in and check on his vital signs and other things, but she would leave swiftly after. I eventually got sleepy and started closing my eyes.
In my dream, I was back home. My dad was on the couch, with my mom. I held my breath and just walked away to my room.
I opened the door to see Tord sat comfortably on my bed waiting for me.
"Hey Kittyboy!" he said cheerfully in his Norwegian accent. I wanted to ask him why was he here, why was I here, but I was afraid if I did, he would leave me again.
"Hey Tord," I said nonchalantly, a soft smile forming on my face. Tord got up and hugged me tightly, much to my surprise. "I missed you..." I said quietly, hugging him back.
Then I heard a glass bottle shatter.
He disappeared, and the room went dark, and I ran downstairs to see what happened. I saw my dad yell at a figure with the same silhouette as me. The figure walked upstairs and through me as if I was a ghost. He walked to the window and just then I noticed Tord at the other window like he used to always be. The silhouette whispered something to Tord,
"that's why I'm breaking up with you..."
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Of the Stars (Tomtord)
FanfikceSo this is a fan-made sequel to Dear Starboy by Thesaltiestblueberry, a story also on Wattpad. I suggest reading the original before this one. Dear Starboy is NOT my original story, so if you want to show support I highly suggest showing it to the o...
