Tord's P.O.V
"So, Tord, would you mind telling me what happened from the start?" The man asked me, looking up from his clipboard through his wire rimmed glasses.
I didn't want to be here in this cold office, the harsh lights glaring down on me. Instead, I wanted to be in my house, looking at the figure with a blue hoodie draped over his body.
"Sure, I guess I can." I answered, my voice unsure.
The room was silent for a moment as I gathered the words that I would use to describe the events. But how can I describe something that is still so raw? That I'm still upset about?
I wasn't sure how I was going to tell him a fairytale about the perfect boy who had an unhappy ending, but I knew it'd have to start sometime soon.
I took a deep breath, and began to speak.
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When You Called
FanfictionWhen 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?
