tom is an introvert. a blank sheet. tord is an enigma. a mystery. what happens when the two become neighbours? pastel!tord x tom. disclaimer: this is not my fanfic, it is a reupload, the original author left and deleted their account.

Warning: Talks of depression, suicide, suicidal thoughts and/or actions, angst Proceed with caution Things will all be better. That's what they all say. Things aren't getting any better. That's what they should say. When will things be better? How can you make things better? What will make things better? I'm getting desperate. Things will never get better.

tord has been diagnosed with depression and goes to stupid therapy every single day. he barely sees colors anymore, everything seems like it's in black and white. the only get away from his illness is music, creating his own personal oasis for him to get away. tom of course makes nothing better, using ever chance he gets to antagonize tord. with arguing in the way, the two don't realize how much they're alike. a demon and a monster, with much of the same personalities and heart. (cover by p-nim on twitter)

a voice rang in his head whispering "take your pills..." and with that, the beloved boy with the shotgun was gone. cover by a dear friend of mine (and a great artist too,) @kyraye