The same ones that Tord and Tom fell in love in, and... ..The same one Tord had passed away in. Tom was going to finish his letter, and be free, joining Tord. After all, he would be with the stars, in Tord's own words. He wrote the letter, with a pencil in rough strokes, since he had nothing now, and since he was stressed out, he was tense, and had a firm grip on the pencil. ...The star-patterned pencil that Tord had on his windowsill after he passed away. Tom had stolen it, just to keep it for himself.

And there was a note, it read this out loud in rough and thick writing:

""𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢s."

"𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍, 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚎."

~𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢, 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢." And Tom sighed, choking on his own words now. He put the note next to where he stood, tearing up. Well, this was the end. ...Or so he thought. He spread his arms out to form a 'T' with his broken body, leaning forwards and plummeting to his death into the stream, with a loud and big, great blue splash, bubbles and foam from the water rising to the top as he drowned and choked on the water, slowly losing air and conciousness. But.. The next thing he knew, he woke up in a white room... A hospital. (End of chapter 1-)

Tom yelped and jolted up, not knowing where he was for a few seconds. He heard faint yet loud arguing outside of his hospital room, though. ...And an oddly familiar voice leading the arguement. "No, you won't put MY boyfriend down!! Sure, he's been in a coma for a while, but please..!! Give him a chance..!! Don't pull the plug!!! ..Please.." A familliar norwegian voice protested, seeming like... Tord's..? Tord was alive?? Tom was alive?? Tom had no idea what was even going on at this point, eyes widening as he cupped his hands over his mouth in shock. He started sobbing, burying his face in his hands. He thought he lost Tord. He thought he lost his one and only boyfriend. What if this was also a dream?? What if this wasn't real?? ..Honestly Tom didn't know, but he sure as hell hated just being stuck in a hospital. And being misled. And the suffering his own father caused him in that stupid dream of his. Tom started to question his sanity, definitely confused, as a figure walked into the room, sobbing aswell.

The figure was a boy, wearing an off the shoulder shirt loosely speckled with stars, and underneath was just a black tank top. He had pretty blue floral jeans, and rings, bracelets, necklaces, and other types of jewelry all over, aswell as a light grey rose flower crown, loosely flopped over the boy's head, now leaning against his caramel brown and shiny hair, slicked into what looked like horns. He looked even more distraught than Tom though, definitely upset. "...Tord..?" Tom muttered, glancing up at the boy with his 'eyes' wide, definitely in awe. "K-Kittyboy..!!" Tord called back, sniffling as he pulled Tom into a warm and tight embrace. Tom chuckled slightly and hugged back, now content. "T-Thomas, never leave me like that again, please.. For me..?" Tord said, tears swiftly running down the commie's cheeks as he hugged Tom tightly. "Aww, it's okay Tord, where did I even go?" Tom asked, tilting his head because he was honestly confused. "O-Oh.. Well.." He started, glancing down.

"Y-You were in a coma be-because your father hit you in the-e head with a beer bottle after we were caught with the alcohol.. ..This is all my ****ing fault, I'm so sorry, K-Kittyboy.." Tord muttered, sniffling and sobbing even more as he buried his face in Tom's shoulder, arms wrapped around him. Tom froze up, sighing and rubbing Tord's back reassuringly. "Oh jeez.. ..Well he's a **** up, it's not your fault he's that way. It was my fault, alright..?" Tom said, smiling in an attempt to reassure Tord as best as he could. Tord giggled slightly and smiled in return, feeling a bit better now. "P-Pff a-awee, thanks.." He said, still smiling up at Tom. Tom chuckled and nodded as a little 'you're welcome', content.

And Tom stayed there to comfort Tord, asking him about what happened when he was gone. They took Tom's dad to jail for assault, and Tom got a new dad, since his mother had left the house when he was only a little child, and without the step-dad, he'd be an orphan if he weren't already. His name was Brad, and he was super nice. He bought a little lgbtq+ rainbow pride flag for Tom, for just no reason, he just wanted to be nice, and show that he was supportive of Tom and Tord. And they were never happier. They loved eachother so, so much, but one day, Tom came to the window to say something, tears running down his cheeks.

Tord froze up when he saw Tom crying, quickly trying to jump over to Tom's window, despite the fatal drop as he successfully landed onto the windowsill, pulling Tom onto his lap. "Aww, What's wrong?" He asked, rubbing Tom's back comfortingly. Tom sniffled and buried his face in the chest of the minty teal-ish sweater that Tord was wearing at the time, sobbing still. "I-I'm j-just.. ..Do you really love me..? Cmon please, tell me if this is a dream... I.. I'm begging you, T-Tord..." Tom mumbled, sniffling once more. "Of course I do, Tom!! I always will, and I always have. Please never forget that, alright..?" He asked, smiling reassuringly. Tom chuckled slightly and smiled back, now content. "Pfff- I-I love y-you too, Tord." Tom said in response, slightly giddy from Tord's affection.

Tord giggled and nuzzled the top of Tom's head with his chin, content. "Remember the bucket list we made?" Tord asked, chuckling. "Oh- Yeah, I do!! ..We already kinda finished it all if you count my coma nightmare thingy-" Tom said honestly, but Tord chuckled and shrugged. "Nah, it doesn't count. We still have to complete a bunch of them-" Tord said, arms wrapped around Tom. Tom paused, but he nodded, smiling. Tord suddenly pulled Tom's chin to Tord's and kissed him though, smiling brightly still. Tom froze up for a second, but he kissed back, chuckling. Tord soon pulled away though, keeping his bright and content smile, and Tom returned the same sort of smile, happy with Tord. A while later though, they went into Tord's house and Tord's room was filled with things patterned with stars, like usual. Tom and Tord were on Tord's bed, just snuggling now. Tord was in Tom's lap now and Tord had fallen asleep, clinging to the jehova's witness as he snored softly. Tom leaned his head on Tord's shoulder, content.

And a bit later,Tom picked Tord up, putting him on his bed and getting onto it with him, smiling slightly more as he cuddled up to Tord, pulling Tom's checkered blanket over the two. Tom soon fell asleep with Tord, snoring softly now.

Longer than- Yeah I'll just stop my sentence here-