Therapy

Epilogue

A/N: this is going to be short. Just warning you.
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-Third person POV-

"Here it is." The red hooded male said sitting down in front of the gravestone holding his daughter in his lap. "Who's that daddy?" The little girl looked up at her father with wonder.

"Thomas Ridgewell was the first person I ever loved and he was my best friend." He explained to the little girl. "What happened to him?" She asked. Tears pricked at the males eyes. "He um, he had an accident." He said. Another male rested his hand on Tords shoulder and sat down next to his husband.

"Did you love him as much as you love daddy?" She asked. This brought a smile to his face. "Yes I Did, because you won't ever stop loving your first love. No matter what happens even if you find love again, you will never love someone as much as you loved your first love." He explained. "But you still love daddy right?" She asked.

Tord chuckled. "Of course I do, I wouldn't have married him if I hadn't." He said.

"Nice if you to show up." Thomas leaned against his gravestone. Knowing Tord couldn't see or hear him. "I see you've finally got the family you've always wanted." Tom said with a smile. A tear slipped down his cheek.

"She has your eyes."

"He's here." Tord said. "How do you know?" The little girl in his lap asked. "When you have a strong connection with someone you love very much you can feel their presence even if you can't see them." He explained. "Should we say hi?" His husband asked. Tord smiled. "I think he's like that." Tord said.

"Hi Tom." They all said.

Thomas smiled. "Hello."
"Tord Im proud of you, for going and conquering the world like you promised. A motivational speaker is quite the occupation." Thomas chuckled. "And you even wrote a book about me." Thomas chuckled.

"I hope your doing well Tom." Tord said.

"I'm doing great now that your here."

Thomas opened the book.

The T.R. Project.

He read the opening authors note.

"The Thomas Ridgewell project is an inspirational movement to spread mental health awareness around the world. It is based off of my dearest friend and my first love Thomas Ridgewell."

"Aww how poetic." He smiled sheepishly.

"Daddy do you think Tom read your book?" His daughter asked. "I'm sure he was the first one to read it." He said. Tord couldn't help but be a bit sad. A tear fell down his cheek and soon he couldn't stop the tears.

"Daddy don't cry." His daughter said standing up in his lap hugging him. His husband hugged the both of them as they comforted Tord. "I-I'm so sorry." He sobbed. "Don't be, it's ok to miss a friend." His husband soothed. "It's just it's been so long since I've visited and the way he left this world....it just wasn't fair! He deserved a second chance but didn't get one." Tord sobbed.

His daughter kissed his head and ran her fingers through his soft hair as his husband rubbed circles on his back in a comforting manner.

"Oh cheer up Commie you know I love you, and you've still got Edd and Matt and now you've got a handsome spouse and a beautiful daughter and the best job in the world!"

Thomas gushed. Tom hugged Tord as well.
"I'm always here."

Tord wiped his tears. "We should go, I have a show to get to tomorrow." Tord said. "Are you Sure you're ok daddy?" The little girl asked. Tord kissed her cheek. "I'm ok I promise." He reassured her. And they all got up and walked off hand in hand. But Tom stopped and looked back. As did his daughter and husband.

"I'll be back soon Tom, take care ok?"

Thomas waved and saluted Tord. "I'll be waiting. You take care as well Commie."

They both smiled at the same time as their eyes locked. And for the first time. Tord saw the silhouette of Thomas Ridgewell. His first love and best friend.

They both smiled.

"Take care." Thomas said and Tord heard him.

"You too."

Tord looked back in front of him and they walked off together. With no regrets and no looking back.