·TomTord shorts·

°Too late°

Hey..
It's.. Me again.
I know you're not getting this,
But I still want to continue doing this
I need something
Anything
To make it feel like I'm talking to you
And a device with your name on it?
It's the closest thing I could ever get
Besides your grave
Have you been getting my letters?
They're old ones I made in high school
I had a major crush on you back then
Heh, thought it was so obvious...
...
I'm sorry.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again
As many times as I can until I hear you
I miss you.
So so much.
I need you here.
With me.
I need to hear your voice again
Besides your voicemail
I need to see your face again
There's no pictures I have on my phone
I want one so badly
I need one so badly
I know I said I hate you so many times
But I love you
I really, really love you
So much
Too much
But, it's too late now, isn't it?
I'm so stupid
I'm sorry
Please, just come back to me
We can start over
Be friends,
Be partners,
Be lovers,
Be a family,
I don't want to be the bad guy
I felt like a hero when I thought of it
Knocking down the robot, save the day
But I'm a monster
Killing my one and only
I'm sorry
I am so sorry
I think about you all the time
How much I messed up
*sniff*, this is getting too long
I miss you,
Love you,
Bye,
*mwah*
Message Sent

Tord's phone:
4,154 missed callls from: 💙Tomo🍍
6,703 unread messages from: 💙Tomo🍍
9,862 messages sent to voicemail from: 💙Tomo🍍
+1 new message sent to voicemail
1 second ago

"UGH! CAN YOU PLEASE ShUt ThAt THING uP!?" Paul shouted with voice cracks. The now ex-parents decided the keep Tord's phone as a treasure, as a rememberance of Tord. Anything they had of him, they kept. His room, his office, his clothes, his Red Leader name tag, also the one that was placed in his office, you name it. They kept it all. They couldn't get rid of it. It's too hard. Even if it has been six months since Tord's death. When Tom shot the harpoon, he shot through Tord's chest.

It wasn't easy cleaning up the mess that belonged to your son. The blood and his body, specifically. They told the army to clean up the robot mess while they prayed that their son would be alright as they drove him to the hospital. Or at least be awake. Anything would have been a blessing to them. Even just a couple of seconds to say farewell to their first ever son. But they didn't get that blessing. He died at the scene. They didn't get to say goodbye or I love you. Instead their last words to Tord were "Good luck" for Paul and "Yes sir" from Patryck. No. That was wrong. That was their last words to Red Leader. Not Tord.

"Shut it babe. It's just Tord's phone.. Again." Patryck said in a tired voice, then continued to cuddle with a four foot stuffed unicorn that he stole from a little boy from across the street. "Tom. Has been texting, calling, doing ANY ANNOYING THING EVERY FREAKING MINUTE! Why can't we just put that darn thing in our son's room?" Paul asked getting annoyed of not only the nonstop-notifications, but the darn unicorn.

"He loves him babe. It's what he does for love." Patryck said simply, not paying any mind to Paul's frustration and only paid attention the the fluffy unicorn, which he had his arms and legs wrapped around and his head into the fluff. Paul huffed in annoyance.

Patryck sighed and moved to face Paul. "I miss him..." Pat said sadly. Paul ran his hand through Patryck's hair and frowned. "I know, I know.. I do too..."

Ding

Patryck got up and went over to Tord's phone. He picked it up and went back to bed with Paul. He opened the phone to see a picture of him, Paul, Tord, and Pay, Patryck's brother. That was the day when Tord went to the 'big city'. He actually needed to do army stuff and one day he got so stressed out, he needed to take a break. So, Pat and Pau decided to take Tord with them to visit Patryck's brother who lived somewhere around there.

Tord was holding the camera with a huge toothy smile on his face, Paul on his right with pink glitter in his hair when they wanted to do some type of crafty stuff, he showed only a small smile on his lips, Patryck on his right holding up a peace sign behind Tord's head to make it look like bunny ears with a bright smile on his face, and Pay next to Pat, his tounge sticking out at the camera with a tad bit of glitter.

Patryck teared up at the sight, but quickly wiped it away. He placed his thumb on the home button and it unlocked. Tord allowed Pat and Pau's thumbprint to unlock his phone whenever they want. Pat went to Tord's messages with Tom to answer him. To at least tell him what was going on.

Ding

Tom quickly grabbed his phone to see what notification he had. It was from his messages.

Read
Tord💕 is typing

Tom's heart raced. It started beating at a fast paste. Tord read and saw everything he had said!? But, he's dead..? He is dead.. He was at his funeral. His murderer was at his funeral. Heh, get that. But then, how..?-

A new message popped up and Tom quickly read it.

Hello, Tom. This is Tord's parent. I have his phone and I keep getting notifications from you.

Sorry to bother you. I just miss him so much

I know you do, and I do too. I know it's hard, but you'll get through this eventually

But it's hard. I love him..

I do too. But all you have to do is move on from his death, but always remember him. That's what he would've wanted

...

...

Can I tell you a secret of his? It's "Top Secret" as what he would always say

Sure what is it?

He loves you too

~1,055 words~