Tom sat on his bed, softly plucking the strings on his beloved bass Susan, creating a soothing melody, calming his own nerves. He has been in a depressed mood lately, he was still extremely outraged because of Tord's sudden appearance then just destroying everything he loved.
His arm still had a huge scar reminding him of that treacherous day. He hated Tord.
Putting his bass aside, he leaned back into the springy mattress, lost in his thoughts blankly staring at the ceiling, hands folded on top of eachother.
There was a slight clicking sound as the doorknob turned and his bedroom door opened revealing his lover Edd, standing there with a worried look on his face. The spark in his brown eyes faded as he saw Tom laying there lost in his own world with no expression. It's like he didn't even notice Edd come in.