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Tord: Then he likes you, silly!

Tom: *Smiles* I'm glad.

Tord: ^-^

Tom: *Pecks his forehead*

Tord: uwu

Tom: I love you.

Tord: Love you mooorrreeee!

Tom: I love you the mooooost~ *Almost singing*

Tord: Not possible, because Iiiiiiiii love you mooooooorrrreeeeeee~

Tom: *Picks him up and smiles* I thought you hated me? Guess my charm is too irresistible huh?

Tord: *silences and looks away* ...

Tom: Hmmmmmm? *He laughs a little bit*

Tord: *jumps out of Tom's arms and backs into a corner, looking at the floor*

Tom: What's wrong?

Tord: You...you... *sniffles*

Tom: H-Huh?

Tord: You say I hate you... I'll show you HATE.. *walks off*

Tom: W-What... *He feels hurt* Do... you hate me?... *He thinks for a second and thinks if Tord hates him he should leave* ...

Tord: *turns around and uses his idea of sarcasm* Oh nOoOoOo! You HATE me!! You said "I THOUGHT YOU HATE ME?" I'LL SHOW YOU HATE! *runs off crying* I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!...

Tord: *throws off Tom's shirt in the hall and runs upstairs still sobbing*

Tom: Tord!! I do love you!! You misunderstood what I meant!! *Fear laces his words before he runs out in panic and goes to a hiding place*

Tord: *throws on a "Sanity's Fall" shirt and darts home with an old GoPro and hides it next to Tom's bed and takes his hoodie and a few other belongings and strides out the door*

Tom: *Comes home and sits beside his bed and cries silently*

Tord: *walks to a friend's home while hooking his phone to the camera*

Tom: *Can't stand himself* I hate myself... why am I always so fucking stupid???...

Tord: *feels horrible but keeps with his experiment and knocks on his friend's door*

Tom: *Stands up and puts his hands on his head* I shouldn't... should I?... *He looks at his arms* I... just stopped...

Tord: *takes a Blade from the kitchen counter and walks silently to the guest room, watching Tom*

Tom: Who would care if I did it again?.. Wait... Tord would... wouldn't he?...

Tord: *starts carving his wrists, leaving crimson flecks on the floor as he listens intently*

Tom: That's it...

Tord: *keeps a lenient eye as he mangles his wrists and ankles*

Tom: *Takes a hold of something special to him aka his bass*

Tord: I can't keep thinking it's love. Sex isn't love. Manipulation. That's all I do. Manipulate. Manipulate to get whateverrrr I want. Manipulator. Manipulator! *Starts slicing at the part of his face now free from bandages* MANIPULATOR!!

Tom: *Starts playing and singing to Paradise* I'd run 1,000 miles if I could run with you... and from what I have heard you'd do the same thing too... I wanna say forever, we could be good together...

Tord: 🎶Drift aloft in some effortless place...
Bound by delicate dread..
Saving no face..
Air dissolves where one game is designed..
Something's elegant find..
So the program goes..
Fate decides how these columns align..
Birth by chess or benign..
Every moment..
Marble gods tango circles in space..
Round the already dead
Hung by staircase..
Up..
On and on the awakening light will bathe...
Slumbers of ethereal sights..
Today is renewed..
Is reborn...
Each day..
I am new..
I am yours.. *voice cracks*
So please dismiss what.. they claim about this..
Being in vain to explain....
How expressed with a kiss..
Taking passionate steps.. *voice threatens to break*
Floor suspending abyss...
Such impossible bliss...
Such impossible bliss..
Such impossible bliss!
Such Impossible Bliss!!
SUCH IMPOSSIBLE BLISS!!!
SUCH IMPOSSIBLE BLISS!!!..🎶

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