❥ tordtom oneshots《

Bye Bye Baby Blue

I AM SO SORRY FOR (smfh) MAKING THE FIRST ONE SHOT ANGST BUT I THOUGHT SO HARD AND I JUST HAD THE SONG REPLAYING IN MY HEAD AND I JUST COULDN'T PASS UP ON THE IDEA IM SORRY-

Oneshot based off of the song "On the Other Side of Paradise" by my favorite band, Glass animals.

Genre; Angst

Italic = Song Lyrics or Sound Effects (Also the news lady)

WARNING!! MENTIONS OF CHEATING ON, DEPRESSION, SELF HARM, AND SUICIDE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE WITH THESE TOPICS!!

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When I was young and stupid my love

Left to be a rock and roll star

The army. The goddammed army. The one thing that took Tom's happiness away. Tom's love, his joy, his life line. 'It'll only be a few months,' he said. A few months Tom's ass. It had been 2 years. The last time Tord had Skyped Tom was a while ago. Although Tom said he was hearing things due to the lack of rest, he swore he heard a female voice in the background of the call. It was quiet but clear as day, at least for Tom. When Tord called, Tom would use all his energy to hear every word Tord said; every single droplet of Tord's voice was absorbed by Tom. Tord's thick accent and deep yet, in Tom's words, hot voice bounced around in Tom's head sending chills down his spine. Tord often had that affect on his boyfriend, or so he says Tom's his boyfriend.

He told me please don't worry

Wise little smile that spoke so safely

Tord went off to Norway to fight in the army. Tord soon felt that a distance relationship is something he couldn't handle. He wanted to tell Tom that he thought that a break up was best but words fail; he knew Tom will break and maybe even kill himself. Tord didn't want that, but he didn't think of how it'll affect Tom to just cut the line between the two without his knowing. Tord soon found someone new who he felt for deeply. Sabrina. (You can change the name if you want.) Tord had dated her for 2 years now and he feels ready to make a very big step soon. He has been planning to propose for weeks now. Tord still remembers Tom but he pushed him out of his thoughts and decided it was for the best.

He booked a one way ticket.
Out west that's where they'd make it.

Tom was layed out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Messy hair with tangle knots here and there, heavy eyebags that put more weight above his shoulders, stubble setting in on his soft chin, chapped lips, and tear streaks, both dry and wet. Tom wiped his eyes with a red sleeve before taking another swig of his vodka which seemed to be his only life line right now. He was trying to believe that Tord was coming back, but it was hard; Tom had fallen into his depression again. He told himself to not hurt himself for Tord's sake yet he still did, unable to believe he didn't deserve it.

Six kids stuck in a bed sit.

To sunswept poolside riches

"I did this. I-I made him leave. I'm such a t-teribble bo-boyfri-end," Tom's chocked on his sobs with a strained voice. Cold. That's what Tom felt. The warm feeling Tord gave off had faded. The fact that Tom was wearing Tord's hoodie still was also killing him yet he was too attached to it. It was worth millions to him. He hoped Tord didn't die, he can't die. Tom had been waiting and waiting until his smile was replaced by a straight line; until his light dimmed and only a tiny spark of hope flared.