The next day. Shivers were sent down Tord's spine. "Why do I feel threatened to finish the gun today…" Tord frowned. He turned to his desk to see the gun. Only a few screws were loose before it was done. He looked at Tom sleeping beside him in the bed hugging the new monster plushie. Tord frowned.

"It's what he wants," Tord got his lazy ass off the bed and to his desk. The gun could work right now, but it was safer for Tom if all the screws were put in properly. It was around two, maybe three loose screws. It wasn't long before Tord finished. He looked back at Tom questioning whether to get this over with or to wait.

"Do it." A sour voice whispered in Tord's ear. He brought the gun to Tom's forehead before pulling the trigger. Nothing seemed to happen. He wouldn't know if it worked until Tom woke up. But Tord was already regretting his choices.

"Commie?" Tom asked. Tord flinched at hearing the name. A light blush filled spread across Tom's face but Tord was too sad to notice.

"Jehova…" Tord said, looking down at the ground. Tears threatened to fall but he wouldn't let them fall, not in front of Tom. A light punch hit Tord's shoulder as he looked up at Tom. Tom had a smug look on his face.

"Took you long enough, but thanks." Tom smiled. Tord frowned as the tears came back. Tom took notice and shivers sent down his spine Tord shoved him out of the room with his plushies. He slammed the door behind him, tears streaming down his face. He looked around expecting to see Tom but found himself alone in the room. He turned back around after giving a sigh of relief. His shoulders weighed a ton. He couldn't stop thinking about Tom, he missed how clingy Tom was already.

"What is wrong with you Tord?" Tord asked, leaning against his door and falling down on his knees. He smacked his cheeks leaving a light pink mark on them. He gave a puffed serious face before standing.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me." Tord said. He wiped his tears, he knew they wouldn't stop but wiping them will have to suffice. He looked over at the calendar.

"June twenty-seven… is something happening today?" Tord asked. He stared at the calendar squinting his eyes until he noticed the off-white on the date. Tord took out his phone to see if the event was in his calendar, but it wasn't there. Tord brought his finger to the off-white marks and started to scrape them off carefully not to ruin the marking.

M BIR AY

Tord looked at it. He messed up the markings, but what was that supposed to be? Tord sighed in defeat, Tom knocked on the door. Tord looked at the door in amusement. He didn't expect anyone to knock. He looked through his peephole to see Tom with a concerned look on his face. Tom then paced back and forth in front of the door muttering a few words to himself.

"Did I do something wrong? Maybe it was calling him Commie, I'll stop calling him that. Maybe I should let him pet my head, it feels nice, and seems to like it, but that'd be weird. Ugh! No matter what I come up with, it'd be weird!" Tom yelled at himself knocking on his forehead leaving a light bruise.

"Jehova, sorry if I worried you," Tord said, opening the door slightly, and snapping Tom out of his thoughts. Tom walked up to Tord quicker than normal pulling him into a was taken back by surprise and started questioning if this was actually Tom. Tord raised his hand and petted the top of Tom's head, not letting him go.

"Did I not return your memories?" Tord asked, generally confused, pushing Tom back. "No you did, I just didn't forget the last few days." Tom sighed glaring daggers at Tord. He was upset that he thought that he wouldn't show affection to Tord with a majority of my life missing from his memories.

"Oh! Do you know what event this was supposed to be?" Tord asked, walking over to his calendar and showing it to Tom. Tom stared at it, his face showing that he knew. Tom didn't want to tell Tord, but if he didn't he'd feel extremely guilty. In the end, his response was…

"Nope! No idea," He walked out of the room but was dragged back by Tord. The taller man overpowered him and looked intimidating as he stared down at Tom. Tom gulped, he knew what Tord was going to say and what would happen if he still refused to tell him. There was no way Tom could win but then the worst excuse popped into his head.

"Ow! Shit Tord!" Tom hissed massaging the wrist Tord grabbed. Tord almost immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to grab your wrist too hard. Does it need to be re-bandaged?" Tord asked, looking at Tom. Tom shook his head telling Tord it didn't need to be re-bandaged. Tom felt a little guilty for going to such measures, but whatever it took to get out of answering Tord's question.

"I'm going to go get a drink," Tom said turning around to leave the room. But was stopped by Tord grabbing his shoulder. He pulled Tom back making him fall into his arms and making Tom blush. "You still didn't answer my question, not honestly," Tord said, giving him the death glare. A blush spread across Tord's and dropped Tom hard on the floor.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" Tord said, looking away to cover up his embarrassment. Tom looked away from him and covered his face as well. Neither of them said anything. Their faces are as bright as the carpet. Tom was the first one to move. He stood up and walked out of the room finally getting out of answering Tord's question. He walked to his room slamming the door behind him.

"Lame. Lame. Lame! Lame! LAME!" Tom yelled while banging his head on the wall. A bright red liquid oozed from his forehead but Tom didn't stop banging his head against the wall. A knock came from the other side of the door.

"Jehova, stop banging your head on the wall. It's not exactly a good thing to do to yourself," Tord said. He didn't even open the door he just knew somehow. Tom sighed and stopped banging his head on the wall and noticed how clean his room was. He almost forgot Tom cleaned his room. He walked over to his desk trying to remember where he put his most trusted item. He needed to remove these emotions. He only saw bad come from them. Yanking open the top left drawer to see his knives aligned neatly and evenly paced out even after the harsh pull.

"Don't do that either or I'm definitely going to change your bandages," Tord sighed. It's almost as if Tord put a camera in his room to keep him from being stupid. Tom still grabbed one with a grunt. He didn't care if Tord changed them. It'd be awkward, yeah, but he felt as if he needed the blade. Anywhere on his body would do. He rolled up his red sleeve to see something on his bandages. He didn't remember Tord writing this. Perhaps when he was asleep. It was hard to read in the dark so he got his phone and turned on the flash.

'Love ya! : And don't even try, I broke the blades and replaced them with silicone. I did write this when you were asleep but promise me you'll stop. I wrote a letter, it's in the middle draw.

-Tord :)'

Tom frowned and threw the blade on the ground. Tord said he replaced it with silicone, but he lied so the blade sank into the carpet. Tom didn't notice this, thus we went to go read the letter. He slowly opened the middle drawer to see a neatly folded piece of paper on top of a few lyrics Tom wrote. He picked up the letter and closed the drawer. He sat down in his chair with a huff and opened and letter.

'Wow, you actually listened! To be honest, you're probably upset… but instead of reading stupid letters I write,

TALK TO ME!

Like seriously Tom! If you don't I'm breaking into your room when you're 'sleeping'

-Tord 3'

"Seriously?" Tom laughed.

"Sorry! Thought you'd talk to me!"

"Well, it worked, happy now?" Tom said, opening the door to Tord's surprise. Leaving Tord speechless. "I also faintly remember agreeing to talk about whether I want to or not." Tom huffed.

"Am I allowed in?" Tord asked, Tom, shrugged and left the door open as he sat down on the bed grabbing the monster plushie from the previous night.

"Ask away," Tom muttered, shoving his face into the plushie's back. At that moment so many questions filled Tord's head.

"Why'd you cut?"

"Felt like I deserved it,"

"Why?"

"Voices said I deserved it,"

"Voices?"

"Got four annoying ass voices,"

"What's going on today?"

"I'd rather not talk about that,"

"Why not?

"Personal reasons,"

"Did the voices tell you to cut yourself a few minutes ago?"

"No, today's their day of rest."

"Why?"

"Personal reasons."

"Why do you drink so much?"

"To make them shut up," Tom shoved his face farther and farther into the plushie with each question. Tord smiled a little. He wasn't enjoying their talk, but at least Tom was being honest.

"Did you enjoy our date yesterday?" Tord asked. Tom shot his head up, his face redder than his hoodie. He had a frustrated and embarrassed look on his face but in the end, he shoved his face into the pillow getting a light chuckle from Tord. He didn't want to admit it, but he loved their date yesterday. It wasn't exactly him, but he enjoyed every second of it.

"Good to know," Tord said, rubbing his hands on Tom's back. He knew what Tom was thinking, he could finally understand Tom and know him so well he could predict what he was going to do. Even though he didn't know everything about him, it was enough for Tord.

"Well, I don't know why you tried to hide it, but. Happy Birthday!" Tord said, hugging Tom. From there on they were nicer to each other. They had a great time together. Tom stopped his habits for Tord and they destroyed those pictures Edd took together. Tom didn't start his habits until Tord left, but he didn't do it as much. The voices got more annoying, but they were kinder to him. Plus, he had Lost Tom as a reassuring voice and a reminder. The end.

(Yeah, that's it. I'm not the best at coming up with endings. Hope you enjoyed it!)