Tord's pov
I stood around, a cold, desolate, and destroyed city. I looked around desperately for any sign of left.... before I saw it. My friends, on the ground bleeding out with, what I'll assume as me, in front of all them, smiling menacingly. Then it lundged at me and....
... I woke up. Spooked I looked to my right to see an asleep Tom and sighed. I got out of bed and looked at my phone "Midnight.." I mumbled to myself as I walked out only to plop myself onto the couch. I couldn't remove the dream from my mind, most importantly. Why did it occur?
I looked twords the powered off tv as I heard movement. I looked back twords Tom's room to an open door.
"Damn.. I must me going crazy.." I mumbled then got up to close the door, only to get blindsided by a hug. "what are you doing up?" a tired Tom asked, placing his head on top of mines. "Nightmare... You?" I replied "My warmth left my side..." he answered a tad bit louder then he intened. "Your warmth?" I asked looking up at him. "Nothing Tord" Tom answered not making eye contact "Well.. We should get back to bed" He added while picking me up.
"I-I can walk Jahova" I stammered trying to wiggle free. He placed me on the bed and layed next to me, pulling me close. I sighed, seeing there isnt a way out of this and cuddled him. We fell back asleep in that position.
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《I'm So Sorry!》TomTord
FanfictionOkie. Egg-treme Trigger warning. This book will contain: • Self Harm. • Suicidal thoughts • Suicide Attempts • curse warning It's been a few years after the end. Tord been rejected from the Red Army for essentially being weak. Being forced to li...
