*past*
The night was cold, and bitter emotions were stirring up heavily. “Stupid Tord…” A low mumble came from the Brit as he shoved open the glass bar doors. He sat down and kept mumbling to himself.
“Little spitfire are ya?” The southern accent ceased the angry rambles. Tom looked up at the person and stared at him, confused. “Who are you?” The eyeless kid stared at the blue eyed man for a bit, waiting for an answer. “Are ya thirsty? Let me buy you a drink. I'm bettin’ you're a liquor kinda person.”
Tom almost laughed out loud. “Naw, try vodka.” He joked. The person’s eyes lit up. “Any specific one?” “Ever try Smirnoff?” The southerner gasped. “Yeah. Names Mark.” Tom smiled. “Tom.”
*present*
He remembered that night, that had to be his worst night ever. He didn't excatly recall what events led up to everything, but he blamed that night. If only he hadn't gone out, maybe things would've been fine. If only- if only… But he can't.
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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...
