Tord had no real idea what he was doing when he ran out of the tan house, his three "friends" yelling at him to come back. Tears streamed down his face as he remembered the earlier events.
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Tom screamed at Tord with a venom that seemed to drip from each word that he would speak. Tord had rummaged through the blue clad's room earlier, and Thomas had caught him, causing the Norwegian man to fall and break the British man's guitar. Tord took a step back from the screaming Thomas, before quickly darting through the blue clad's legs and dashing out the front door. Thomas froze before calling out his name while running to the doorframe.
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Tord's legs pounded against the hard earth, panting and gasping for air as he felt his legs begin to ache. Salty tears kept flying behind him as he ran, leaving his face stained and small splashes on his hoodie. Tord could feel his legs weaken beneath him, causing him to feel as if he would fall. He darted around a corner, diving into an alleyway and collapsing onto the hard dirt under him. He could hear someone calling his name, and almost thought he saw a blue hoodie dart past. The Norwegian felt his eyelids droop as his mind relaxed, and Tord drifted off into sleep.
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General FictionI honestly have no clue what this is about, just tord running away. This will be tomtord, and its before the end uwu.
