Cold (TomTord)

It's cold.

The snow landing on his fragile skin.

"It's going to be over soon."

He hopes.

But like always, his hopes never come true.

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Tord Larsson sits in one of the alleys, scattered along the the city of London. The cars pass by, people walk on, snowflakes fell gently, and Tord goes unnoticed. About to embrace death, he wonders about heaven, about his friends.... until someone stops him from flying to heaven.

Disclaimer :
!TomTord ( Dom!Tom x Sub!Tord ) !
!Suicidal and Depressed!Tord!
!Mentions of Self-Harm, Attempted Suicide, Etc!
!After The End!