*past*
It was several weeks later after the whole incident and their relationship was in high tension. Tom woke up at midnight that day. He glanced at the sleeping body next to him and sighed. He ran a hand through his boyfriend's hair and smiled a bit.
“I'm going out for a bit, alright?” He pulled his hand away. He got off the bed and headed to the closet for some clothes. “Hey Thomas?” The thick accent caused Tom to blush. “Can we go out together?” The Brit swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
After they got dressed, they headed out. It was one when they made it to the park. They sat on a park bench and stared at the stars. A moment of silence passed by them.
“Hey Tom?” The eyeless boy looked up. “Yeah?” He noted that his boyfriend swallowed a lump in his throat. “Everything o--?” The norsk wrapped his arms around him tightly. “Beklager.” The norsk spoke.
Confusion swarmed the Brit. “What?” All he received were sweet Norwegian nothings. After a while of the whispering, Tord let go and sat against the seat. “The air is refreshing today, huh?”
“What do you mean?” “You know I love you, ja?” Tom didn't understand what he was saying, of course he knew that. “Yeah, I know babe. What're you trying to say?” Tord pulled out his phone. “It's 2.” Tom nodded, still confused. “I need to tell you something.”
(beklager means I'm sorry)
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5 a.m. (tomtord)
Hayran KurguIt'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...
