Those words stuck in Tom's head. "I love you too, Tord.." He replied, softly smiling at his partner, before getting up and looking at the time. "About one thirty. I'm gonna get changed..do you need some clean clothes?" He asked, turning to his lover, who nodded. " 'Kay, be right back." Tom said before returning to his room. 'Damn, how cold is Tom's apartment?' He thought wrapping his wings around him. He was still getting used to how his wings had no feathers. 'I gave it all up..for him..' A saddened smile spread on his face. He missed his wings, but It helped him realize he needed to change. Tom returned, with a clean gray shirt and black pants. "Thanks Tom." Tord mumbled as he put on the clothes he was lended. "Uh, Tord?" "Yeah?" "Do you remember when this happened?" Tom questioned, a concerned tone in his voice. Tord looked at his robotic arm. "No..but I was told I lost my arm in the car crash..nothing else." He answered before slipping on his iconic red hoodie.
They headed outside and Tord lit a cigar. "So I heard all of your stuff was lost." Tord only nodded in response. "Do you wanna go out and shop for clothes real quick?" Another nod. Tord blew out a puff of smoke. "Where's your car?" Tom laughed a bit at his remark. "What?" He asked, utterly confused. "I got a motorcycle, Tord." At those words the devil-haired man's eyes lit up. Tom only gave him a smug look as he nodded. Soon they got on the motorcycle and decided to take a detour, and by detour I mean Tom literally drove along the train tracks. "Tom! Don't you think this is dangerous?!" Tord yelled to the man in front of him. "Calm down! If I see a train I'll pull over!" He yelled back. The problem was that the train was behind them, they never saw it until it blew it's whistle. "TOM! MOVE!" Tord cried, and the black-eyed man jerked the handles to the right, sending them flying to the side, and off of the bike.
Tord's ears were ringing, his everything hurt, his vision was blurry. "T..tom..?" He weakly called. He sat up and looked around. Seeing the man under the bike with a huge cut through his hoodie, undershirt, and into his skin. "Tom!" Tord cried, running over, shoving the bike off of him. He fished through his pocket for his phone as he tried waking up his friend. His phone was in his other set of pants. 'Shit, no please, Tom don't die, I love you, you idiot! Get up!' Is all he thought and wanted to say, but his cries and pleas were only escaping as weak whispers. Toms phone. It had fallen out of his pocket and onto the ground. He grabbed the phone not giving two shits about the cracked screen.
He called Edd. Ring…...ring…...ring- "Hey Tom! What's up?" Tord took in a breath of air. "Edd listen, me and Tom were out on his bike and he had to swerve off of the road, and I need you to c-come here right now..p-please.." He begged, Tom could die before he got here. "Hurry. I'm on (Insert road bc im too lazy). Please hurry." It felt like he choked on those last two words, he slammed the phone on the ground in anger, and accidentally crushed the screen and most likely the LCD. He didn't give a shit. All he cared about was if Tom lived. He just wanted to- He let out a loud cry, a mixture of anguish, anger, and impatience, spreading his wings open in a protective manner around Tom. "I love you too, Tord.." He remembered what Tom told him earlier. It kept replaying in his head. He had someone who loved him and then they die. It's his fault.
'It's my fault It's my fault It's my fault It's my fault It's my fault It's my fault It's my fault It's my fault It's my fault' It kept repeating. Tears started to fall from his eyes as he clutched onto Tom's unconscious body. "This is all my fault...I never should've came back..I'm sorry Tom.." He looked around for something, anything to use. A shard of Tom's phone screen. He picked up the phone and painfully pried a shard of glass from it, raising it to his neck, he placed it on one side, and prepared to end it all. Tord was a walking bad luck charm. Others died around him wherever he went. And he wanted to end the curse that is life.
He would've but a tire screech scared him so much he practically threw the shard away. "Tord! Is he breathing!?" Edd shouted as he sprinted over, Matt behind him. "I-I think so.." The aforementioned man choked. "I-I would've flown but, now.." He looked back at his wings, still barren and weak, barely enough to lift himself up. "It's okay, I got it." Edd carefully picked up the unconscious man and steadied his wings. "Matt, can you drive the car back?" He said before taking off. The ginger man nodded and Edd was off. They got in the car and started speeding to the apartment complex.
The two men arrived and ran as fast as they could to Edd's apartment. They ran right through the open door and saw Edd wrapping bandages around the major cuts and bruises. "I think he might have fractured his right arm." He said, not removing his attention from his project. The two men let out a sigh, and Tord walked up and sat next to his friend, gently running his hands through his hair. "Please be okay, Tom.." He hopefully whispered as his wings twitched, it seemed like they had a mind of their own.