❥ tordtom oneshots《

Distancing Myself

many seemed to like this genre so hErE yOu aLl gO!

sad soulmate au oneshot with the red thread (it connects the two soulmate's fingers) also low-key not really based off soulmates, there just a mention of red thread theory and shit.

also as much as i DROOL over cole sprouse, no this isn't a reference to the movie Five Feet Apart. as juicy and adorable as cole is, I'm just putting five feet apart as Tom's new rule and not basing this off it so when you read this and are huge fans of ffa, sorry but its not based of that. why? bc tom doesn't have cf. oMG IMA WRITE A ONESHOT WHERE IT'S A CROSSOVER WITH FIVE FEET APART WHERE TORD IS WILL NEWMAN AND TOM IS STELLA GRANT HOLY SHIT IM A FUCKING GENIUS SOME TIMES DAMN.. okay i'm calm now, continue on.

Genre; more angst, lmao i'm sorry the people who always cry at my sad oneshots TAT

Warning! Self harm, committing suicide, and uncensored profanity!

Word count; 1154

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·tom's pov·

"I hate you! I fucking hate you! You're a worthless piece of shit, just fucking go away!"

The words cut into me like daggers as it replayed in my mind, corrupting my humanity. It painfully shot into me emotionally, as if those words were bullets. The accent sharper than the blade I cut myself with. The burning hatred scorching my skin like steaming cigarrette buds. His tone crushed my heart, strangling my throat.

"He's right, I should go away. I'm just a burden," I muttered under my uneven breath. A pity smile tugged at my lips, vision shrinking up and blurring with cool tears. Laminated on my deshelved face was unbearable pain as I feebly bottled up my emotion. Index fingers wiping away the disgustingly thick tears, swipe after swipe on my heavy eyebags. I inhaled sharply,

"I'll be alright some time soon."

Bullshit, fucking lies, hell, even scat. Fucking liar.

I lowered down my head and stared at my hands, glaring at the red thread that tied about my finger. Soulmates are fucking myths, this is all a fucking joke. I grumbled, grabbing the blade. Hesitating, I cut the string. Finally, free.

I then went to bed, feeling accomplished yet still useless.

...

I woke up, quickly checking my hands.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I hissed incoherent swears, pathetic mumbles and gurgles that developed into pitiful whimpers and sniffles. I'm taking up too much room, I'm a fucking rat. I breathe air I don't deserve, a roof over my head that shouldn't be there, decent food that shouldn't be grumbled into my stomach. I don't deserve anything that I get besides pain.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my neglected door.

"Tom? Are you alive in there?" Edd.

"Sadly, yes. I know, what a disappointment," I said in honesty but used a sarcastic tone to put Edd at ease. He shouldn't worry about me, i'm just a fucking attention whore. I heard a relieved sigh and a earnest offer,

"Are you okay? You've been cooped up in your bleak room ever since you and Tord got into that huge fight. If it makes you feel better, I could make him apologize." I scoffed, resisting the urge to scratch at the itching and burning cuts that had scabbed over.

"No, its fine. I'm fine."

Fucking liar! You're not fine! You were going to tell Tord your feelings! Now you know that he despises you, to fucking bore! Ugly and disgusting bor—