Of Love and Hate

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Tord's POV

I jolted awake, dried tears caked on my face. I looked to my left and saw him seated on a metal chair asleep. 

I was in a white bed in a familiar white room. An IV drip was pinned to my right arm making it feel a bit numb. An empty baby blue vase stood on the nightstand, it looking lonely without flowers adorning it. 

I turned back to him. He had his head rested on his arms on the bed. He twitched in his sleep, making whispers I couldn't make out. 

I rubbed my dry tears from my face, and I looked at him solemnly. I touched his cheek and felt his radiating warmth. I smiled softly and felt my eyes start to tear up.

I realized... 

I still love Tom.

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