||Tomtord Oneshots||

♡ This Can't Be How It Ends ♡

WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE SUICIDE

3rd Person POV
\\\\

"So...this is it, huh?" Tom asked himself, staring at the sunset while sitting down at the edge of the cliff. "This...this is how it all ends. I'm just a jump away from finally being happy. From finally not having anymore problems or worries in life..."

Tom stood up. "I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. Is this where it finally gets me?"

Tom frowns, and starts to think about the only people that'd probably miss him.

Edd

An amazing artist, really. He's always in a positive mood, it makes Tom kinda jealous. He always wears his lucky cola can everywhere. He's such a bright person, and acts like a mother.

Matt

Ahh, Matt. The narcissist. He always admires himself in a mirror. He's only ever serious when something bad happens. He also tends to forget...a lot.

and Tord...

Tord.

Where's to start with this person? He's hated Tom since the start. 'Classic stupid Tom' is all he'd ever hear from him. He hates him. He hates his stupid adorable laugh. He hates his brightening smile. He hates his cute devil horned hair. He hates his...he...he loves him. But if Tom was being honest with himself, Tord would never return the feelings.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye, world. Goodbye Edd, Goodbye Matt, Goodbye...Tord..." Tom smiled, as he took the jump.

Falling...

F a l l i n g...

...

*thump*

-

*At Edds house*

Tords POV

Tord, Edd, and Matt were eating sandwiches at the dinner table. Tord stared at the empty seat.

"Hey, where's Tom? I haven't seen him all day," Tord asked worriedly.

"Tom told me he was going out for a walk," Edd stated, as he took the last bite of his sandwich.

"A walk where?" Tord asked.

"I'm not sure, but he should be home by now," Edd said, as he got up to wash his plate. "Just give him some time, you know how he is. He's always late to everything."

"Yeah, I guess you're right" Tord smiled, as he got up to wash his own plate

~Time skip~

That night, Tord couldn't sleep. He kept worrying about the many possible things that might've happened to Tom.

Did he get hurt?

Was he kidnapped?

Though Tord would never say this, he actually enjoyed the blue hoodied males presence. In fact, Tord loved Tom. He loved the way Tom was so calm, he loved the way Toms eyes were voids that he could easily get lost in, he just loved everything about Tom.