❥ tordtom oneshots《

another day, another flower

okay, so this might sound REALLY DUMB, but here me out. tiktok. everyone thinks it's for weirdo freshmen or middle schoolers, but listen. i love the app, there are so many talented people on it and I love to watch art and music videos. there are a lot of things i love about it, so please don't hate on me for being a cringy little fuck. okay, anyways. i found this tiktok where this guy (he is talented and lowkey cute,, um I mean whaaaat?) shows the internet a poem he made called "bouquet" and uses a piano to add music to it. the poem is about taking other's problems on yourself, and as short as the poem is, I love it so much.

just, give it a chance. credit to the poet, I'll mention his tiktok at the end and try to get the link to the video down if you guys have tiktok too ^^

genre: angst and pretty run down sad

not much tordtom, sowwy *sad yeehaw*

word count: 862 (pretty short, sorry worker bees)

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·tom's pov·

Drip.

The rain pelets brace against the window in a winding stream of liquid. The glass fogged with my warm breath, moist as are the tears gaining mass on my eye corners. Brows furrowed, I started at my white vase bunched with flowers. The radiance of the colors pop in my room, glaring against my frosty snow skin. I blink back tears, smiling. The flowers were so pretty, oh so opposing with me. But that's fine, I'll be okay because I say I'll be okay.

I've got this big old box with all of these flowers, aren't they pretty?

As I stand, my chair violently arches back. I slide the furniture to a still, grabbing my vase to go and quench their thirst.

As I slip out my safe zone, I scurry down the stairs and on to the crisp tile floor. It was late at night and, not awaiting anybody to wake up, I briskly move to the sink. Glancing through the cut of the wall, I flinch to see a figure at the couch. Steadily, I cautiously travel to the intruder. Getting a better look at the facial features—

"Tord?"

A sniffle dreadfully replied, followed by a hand wiping said man's tears. He was crying—my big and tough enemy!—willowing out his negative emotions? I was baffled, beyond confused, as far as a ping on concern even rang in my heart. My lips tugged into a frown, legs maneuvering to sit next to the guy.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Silence was my response. I creased my brows in exasperation. "Larsin?" I grumbled, leaning in and waving a small hand in his problemed face. He glanced at me, more tears running in escape. I smiled when gloating of an idea, slightly shaking my vase in his view.

"Hey, hey, just take one of my flowers," I pressed. Pulling out a crimson rose, I dropped the slightly prickly stem into his coarse hands. Tord smiles through the tears, admiring the winding pedals and gregarious features. Wiping tears with his hoodie sleeve, he chuckled.

"Thanks, Tom."

"No problem," I churtled.

We stood, a quick grin of accomplishment flashing between us both before we want our seprate ways. I know we'd fight later, but it's just how it is.

His feet patted against the rough carpet, trudging to his room for a night of confirmation la rest. (la was intentional, it's toms pov duh)

I rummaged through the kitchen, gushfully taking a swig of Smirnoff before setting it back into the cold fridge. Sashaying to the sink, I fed my flowers. After tending to my plants, I waltzed back to my room. Pushing through the door and setting the glass down, my face blissfully made contact with my soft pillow. Tossing and turning, I settled and drifted off.

·time skipu·

That wasn't the last time I made someone's day. A walk in the park with my flowers, the England air cutting against my skin grimly, I offered flowers to the people I caught mopping the blues. It was a loop, my heart growing week as the flowers grew old—as my flowers lost count.

Another day, another flower.

"Are you okay?" Another flower.

Out of harms way, another day. Another flower.

I saw a huge gap in numbers, when I first had the flowers to now. There was also a big gap in my emotions. Happy turned to confused, turned to sad, dialated to lost. I lost count, I lost my smiles. However, I gained other's smiles.

Three, two, one flowers left and I'm running oh so low, so low, on the life that I once had.

My back grew lower, head hung more, my feet seemed to drag, my shoulders moved down. My energy drained, I listen to their problems. Their problems are now mine, there's no stopping. I gave them the flower and let them give their issues, sadly I'm stuck with these probabilities. It's fine though. Their happiness is mine, so why am I so down? Why can't I be happy to? I barely know them, yet I went out of my way. Since when did I have to hold their burdens? So—

I debate to give them the flowers, to give them the powers,, to fight away sour thoughts they have every day.

Thoughts-provoking—provoking my fears, phobias, and depression. I'm stuck in an endless loop, staring at my empty base and crushing ignored petals in my hands. The color bleeds from the petals, flowing into my hands, reminding me of what negativity I have and what I no longer own—what negativity I leak like the pigment leaking from the plant.

And take it on my self as I drift further in the dirt like my flowers—

"I wish I never had any flowers!"

The pigment leaking my black voids for eyes, the tears inky and thick, unlike the clear and thins of my lover. The lover who I gave a flower too, at least I saw him smile.

I regret giving the others flowers, it was only for him. Now I'm lost inside a spiral as I glare at my vase. The dirt infecting the water at the bottom of the container, I pinch my nose bridge. Exhaling and removing my shaking hands from my face, I roll my head. Digging my nails into my palm, I recollected myself. Face the facts—

"Cause now, like a vase, I'm empty."

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and cut, that was mmmmmmmmmmmm

do you guys think I write too much angst? probably,,, OOOO! that should be my daily question! well, now it is. that's the question now. tell me your opinion in the comments!

the video is  https://vm.tiktok.com/HQn8tS/ and the account is  https://vm.tiktok.com/HCRXEy/  (look up @jewellboi tiktok since the link isn't working,,)  so if you want to or you have tiktok, you should go check him out!

thanks for reading, and a few days ago, we reached 42.2k views!!! thank you guys so much! I love you all, and without your support and love, I wouldn't have gotten this far! all english teachers from my middle schools love my work (not smut, I only showed them the ones that were appropriate) and my current teacher wanted to say thank you too all the readers because I've gotten a lot more confident with all this writing! so yeah, thank you guys!! honey is out for now, worker bees!