The night before had been eventful enough to allow Tom to sleep in late without being bothered by his companions. His dreams were filled with soft images of him and the gang, of star-filled skies, and swash-buckling sailors on an adventure to save mankind. When he finally woke up, it was nearly one in the afternoon. Stifling a yawn, he sat up. He looked down at his sleeves, and realized he was still wearing the white hoodie. He giggled, remembering Matt's choices of outfits. "Matt, I'm not going out dressed like a cat!" Tom growled, attempting to pull off the ginger cat ears and tail.

"Come on, it's cute!" He said, trying to force them back on. Tom grabbed them, chucking them across the room. "No cat ears. No tail. Normal clothes." Tom sighed, pulling off the hoodie and laying it on the bed, then pulling off the pink undershirt that Matt forced him to wear. The undershirt ended up out the window, as Tom decided Matt wouldn't miss it. He opened a drawer and pulled out a black shirt with the word 'Lame' in white. He slipped it on, and walked to the door. He hesitated before walking to his bed and grabbing the hoodie and putting it on. He smiled, then walked out to grab something for breakfast. As he exited his room, he saw Tord waiting at his door. The moment Tom walked out, Tord smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"How ya doing?" He asked softly. "Good." Tom replied, hugging him back with a smile. Tord gave a little chuckle as he pulled away. "Still wearing that hoodie?" He asked with a smirk. "Oh- uh, yeah. I kinda like it." Tom said, blushing slightly. Tord shook his head with a chuckle, muttering, "adorable" under his breath. He grabbed Tom's hand gently and they walked into the living room. Tom felt his heart skip a beat as Tord's hand made contact, and he followed behind him quietly. As they exited the hall, Tom saw Edd hovering over the stove. The scent of bacon and eggs filled the room. "Where's Matt?" Tord asked. As if it was his cue, Matt walked inside from the back door, looking around angrily. As he spotted Tom, he stormed over and came face to face with him. Tom slunk back a little, having never seen Matt this angry except for the one time Tom had graffitied all his mirrors.

"Well?!" Matt barked. Tom gave him a confused smile. "Well what?" Tom asked. Matt shoved a pink bundle into his face. "You threw my shirt outside!?!??!" Matt squealed. Tord had to turn around, trying his best not to laugh, biting down on his finger. Tom looked at him, surprised. "Uh... Yeah?" He shrugged. Matt opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it, not able to manage anything, and walked upstairs with a huff. Tom chuckled, confused. "What was that about?" Edd asked, peeking his head into the living room. Tom shrugged. "Beats me." After Edd made breakfast and they all ate (Tom had to bribe Matt to come back downstairs), Tord did dishes and Matt went over to watch Sunday cartoons. "I can't believe it's already Sunday." Edd muttered, sketching Ringo as she slept. "I'll have to go to the store tomorrow." "Oo~! Can I come?" Matt asked enthusiastically. Edd chuckled.

"Sure, Matt." Matt smiled, looking back to his show. Tom sat on the floor at the back of the couch, scrolling through his phone. Instagram was quiet that day; not much new to see. But soon enough, something caught Tom's eye. "Hey Edd…" Edd turned to look around, finding Tom as he stood up. "Wh..." He turned the phone to face Edd, showing him the picture of Tom in his white hoodie and grey pants. "You posted it?" Tom's voice had a slight worried tone, and his eyes flicked around nervously. "Well- yeah! I thought it'd be nice for people to see you're doing a little... better." Edd said. Tom felt his heart skip a beat. "W-what do you mean, 'better'? You guys are the only one who know about my... problem... right?" His anxiety began to kick in, and the voices he had silenced begun to whisper in his ear again.

It was Tord. I tried to warn you. I told you he wouldn't keep it a secret. "Well..." Edd tried to choose his words, but it was too late. Tom ran upstairs, slamming the door behind him. "It's not true... it can't be... it must be a joke..." He continued to scroll through Instagram, clicking on Tord's profile and finding the post he was tagged in. He saw a paragraph of text and began to read it. One of my friends, TomSka, has a little issue. I just found out about it. I don't really know why, but I feel like I should say something. For those of you who follow him, I need you guys to be kind. I can't lose him. He means too much. I don't want to go into detail of what happened, but I might have to leave for a little while to help him cope.

Tom checked the comments. A random person asked, What's his issue? Tord had responded with one word. Cutting. That's it... They all knew now. He checked his DM's and saw everyone - or mostly everyone - had been messaging him. He felt his heart pumping. They know... They all know... He's betrayed you, Tom. I know... I should have listened to you... You know what to do now, don't you? ...Yes. Tom stood up, opening his door and peeking out. No one was around. He silently walked to Tord's room and grabbed the gun in his drawer. This is it. No warning. No note. Just the end.

He put the gun to his head, pushing his finger onto the trigger. He heard footsteps. "Tom?" It was Tord. Of course it was. Tom got nervous, looking to the door. Might as well say goodbye. Tom choked out a sob as Tord opened his door. The panic flashed on his face. "Tom what are you doing-?" "Goobye, old friend." Tom said, smiling weakly. Tord ran over to him. "Tom, no!" Tom closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger. The echo of gunfire rang through the house, and everything went black.

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