*present*
While Tom was cleaning up his room, he found a blue, worn down bag. A small smile tugged at his lips. He pulled it open and found a letter in it. Like the bag, the paper was worn and soft.
He unfolded it and began reading it.
*past*
Tom had been staying with his boyfriend for over a year now. Occasionally they fought but it was never to the extreme. Tonight was different. Tom had gotten mad at Tord for smoking in the house. “Tord, what did I tell you about smoking inside?!”
The norsk took in a drag and exhaled it. “You don't like it.” He groaned out, placing the burning cancer in his mouth again. “Then don't do it! It'll kill you!” Tord merely rolled his eyes and breathed out smoke.
“I let you drink in the house. Besides, I own this place.” The Brit growled a bit and walked over to his boyfriend and smacked the offending object out of his hands. Maybe that was a mistake.
A low growl made Tom realize he made the biggest mistake ever. “No drinking in the house anymore, Thomas.” The fear washed away quickly and it was replaced with anger.
“Fine! If I'm not allowed to drink here, I'll go to a bar!” Tom stormed out of the house and slammed the door shut.
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5 a.m. (tomtord)
FanfictionIt's 5 a.m. and he hasn't slept, he misses him... The truth is he hasn't slept, he misses him ever so much. He's trying to figure out where he went wrong and why he did it. Memories of the good times won't let him go. He remembers the time he was t...
