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♡ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̷̷̷ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Summary ⋆̩☂︎*̣̩ the moment they met eyes, the whole crowd seemed to have disappeared, and they were just the two of them, alone.
*I recommend listening to scenery by V, for I think fits theoneshot :)
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No one's POV Everything seemed like a long nightmare tom couldn't wake up from. Before the incident, tom and tord were a simple couple that didn't really have any problems with each other. They hated the other so much that it even turned into love.
And then as the years passed, tord left and tom was by himself with edd and matt, longing for warmth. Then tord came back, and even if tom was pissed at him, he couldn't be happier.
The incident occurred days after his stay and tom could've cried harder but the numb feeling stopped him.
The 3 other boys separated afterwards, never to see each other again, thinking tord was done for, dead. Tom still tried to live down the fact tord was gone and that was all there was to it.
Time passed slower for tom, yet he still was able to make it 4 years after such memories. He tried staying healthy, tried limiting his drinking once in a while.
His arm is still scarred badly, he likes keeping it hidden with a bandage, too anxious to show it off since he didn't want to be questioned with unnecessary attention
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to drink himself to death, knowing how much he could regret it afterwards. It was okay. Life was treating him okay after the worse part.
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He walked through London, looking for maybe a park or a coffee shop to do his work at. He started journaling and writing books after a while of doing basically nothing.
He brought a backpack with the materials he needed for what he wanted to do. He had his laptop, a pencil bag with a few pens, highlighters, colored pencils, stickers, sticky notes, etc; he had a dotted notebook that was decorated neatly and his glasses' case.
The streets of London were packed with people coming in and out of places. Cold wind hit his face that gave him Rosey cheeks on his pale skin.
The huge crowd of people made it almost impossible to get around, but he made his way through.... Somehow. He was calm, relaxed, no worries had him locked into a cage, it was just him.
But as the crowd opened up more and more, he could make out a horned male in the distance, a boy that seemed to be patched up; seemed tall and sort of anxious in a way.
No... That couldn't be tord. Tom had never met anyone as confident as edd, matt, and tord. The three boys basically radiated confidence, something Tom never understood. To add it all up, tord was dead, gone, maybe just a tall man who happened to look similar.
The horned male was walking the opposite direction tom was, maybe just a coincidence. As he got closer, the male's features became more clear, seemed more like tord little by little.
And if things couldn't go any worse that day, they met eyes. And at that moment, the crowd seemed to have disappeared and it was just them two left.
Eyes widening, maybe filling up with tears too as they stared at each other, wondering what the other was thinking, maybe realizing it wasn't a joke or a dream come true.
Tom didn't want to socialize today, especially not with tord. Not today, he wasn't ready to face the fact that the person he longed for was actually alive after all the suffering that person made him go through.
He wanted to ignore his heart's beating and the butterflies in his stomach, he hated it so much. He wanted the hurt tears that kept building up to disappear like it never happened.
Yet his body didn't listen to his orders and started walking towards him, as the other did the same. Magnets and metal could never have the same pulling strength towards each other.
"T-tom" the other mumbled, and tom couldn't hold it in as tears decided to flow down his face. "What the f-fuck commie" tom answered as he felt he was going to faint.
He was pulled into kiss as he froze in the spot, slowly melting into the warmth as he wrapped his arms around the other.
Was it really just a coincidence? Maybe it was, maybe not, but how the fuck would they know as they got the warmth they've been longing for, for a long time.
