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🎶Wish You Were Gay🎶 - Future! TordMatt

I made this becauseeeee it's really relatable right now. I guess.

Yeet.

Also, it's more like 'I just kinda wish you were straight', but I'm just gonna leave the original lyrics.

Trigger warning(?): Depressing.

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3rd Person POV:

Baby, I don't feel so good...

Tord was sitting at his desk, typing into his laptop. While he was working, his phone buzzed. He picked it up and nearly dropped it when he saw who messaged him.

"Red Leader, the battle against the Yellow Army was successful."

It was sent by Matt, who recently became his private assistant. Matt had constantly asked why Tord chose him to be his private assistant and not Tom, since he captured both and kept them with the Red Army against Edd's Resistance. "Because, you'd do better in an office than with a gun." Was always Tord's response. It was a lie, Tord just wanted Matt to be around him.

Six words you never understood...

"Matt, I'm sorry... please... forgive me..." Tord remembered when he said that, and it made him actually drop his phone. "Damnit..." He picked his phone up, seeing that it now had a crack that went across the entire screen.

"Sorry? You're sorry?! Well, that's just great!" Matt shouted, tears coming out of his only good eye and dripping from his metal chin. Tord set the phone down on his desk and rested his elbows on his desk, holding his head. "Make it stop!" Tord yelled at himself, trying to make the memories go away.

I'll never let you go,

Tord heard another buzz from his phone. This time, he got a text from Patryk.

"I got Matt to txt you ;)"

Tord took a deep breath to keep himself from breaking something, which would probably be his phone. 'Now is not the time, dickhead.' Tord thought to himself.

Five words you'll never say...

"Tord... I love you too!" Of course, Matt would never say that. It was simply a figment of Tord's imagination. Tord teared up, but quickly blinked them away. Well, blinked with one eye. He got on his phone and stared at Matt's message, wishing he could respond. He knew that he shouldn't, it would probably just fuel Matt's hatred for him.

'It must be painful for Matt to have to see and talk to me everyday...' Tord wiped his good eye with his good arm, not wanting to cry for hours and hours on end. Again.

I laugh alone like nothing's wrong...

Tord laughed pitifully at himself for how desperate he was sounding. "Maybe I'll ask Tom for a drink..." He laughed at that too. He felt pain everywhere, especially in his head. Thinking so much about Matt was starting to give him a pounding headache. He used his good arm and repeatedly hit his head, both to make the pain and the thoughts about Matt leave his mind. After a bit of hitting himself, his head felt cloudly.

Four days has never felt so long...

"Matt... remember when you and I used to go to the café and eat cookies together?" He didn't get a reply, so he looked over at Matt. Matt was turned away from him, clenching his fists together. "...Matt? Are you-" "I'm fine! I'm... fine... just..." Matt sighed harshly. "Please, don't ever bring that up." He said, combing a hand through his hair. Tord responded to Patryk's message.

"Don't ever do that shit again."

He hiccuped, feeling tears roll down the good side of his face. He brought his head into his hands, starting to sob. He tried to slow his breathing down, but it just kept getting faster. He wasn't sure if he was having a panic attack or not.