When Tom is severely depressed, Tord deals with his problems carelessly. He opts to go out for a night with friends, leaving Tom by himself. What would happen if he ignored him for the night?

Sequel to "Cat Eyes". Tord's leaving was difficult for both himself and Tom. Tord must trek the road that Tom once strolled down, now with more bumps and turns, along with an always present sense of danger. Tom must do everything that he can to rescue his lover, and find a way to get him back to his old self. Highest rankings: #1 in afterlife #1 in ewtom #1 in eddmatt #1 in owl #4 in ewtord (Eddmatt included)

~After the end~ Tom drank heavily in "celebration" of shooting Tord with a harpoon. Unfortunately, he overdosed and died. The afterlife wasn't what he thought it'd be, if you could even call it that. He awoke as a kitten. Somehow, he finds himself in Tord's care. Warning- Strong language, gore, lime (just kissing). Highest rankings: #1 in tordtom #1 in afterlife #1 in ewtord #1 in ewtom #1 in eddsworld #1 in tord #1 in tomtord (EddMatt included)

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals