No one's P.O.V

Tord has been feeling weird lately... It was as if he wanted something out of his life, Especially when it comes to his lover, Thomas.

The two have been dating for almost 3 years. Which was consisted of so much hugging, kissing and even bickering. They pretty much did a lot of things during those years.

They both love each other so much.

Well.. 'He loved him'

Tom loves Tord unconditionally, everyday he has been thinking nothing but the cheeky Norwegian. Tom didn't know why he developed such feelings towards his 'enemy' from highschool.

But maybe that's great. In his situation.

But Tord's situation is different from his. Since he, himself stated that he was attracted to the way Tom was behaving around him.

He loved the 'always-mean-tsundere' like Tom. But ever since he and Tom were finally a thing. Tord began to notice how much affectionate Tom was being towards him.

He kinda.. Felt a little awkward about it. He loves it when he's the one who starts the kissing wars and even back hugging.

But Tom became too affectionate for him. And he didn't want to keep going anymore.

Tord stood up from his bed when he heard the sound of a car out of his window. He finally decided.

He was going to end it.

Picking up his phone and dialing his boyfriend. Tom quickly answered in a matter of seconds, his voice filled with so much joy by the thought Tord was the one calling him first because in the past few weeks, Tom was the one calling Tord to check on him.

"Tord? What's up?" Tom spoke in a 'cool way',

Tord opened his mouth but paused.. He thought to himself for a bit.. It will be the best for us.

"Hey, Thomas. I'm coming over. You're not busy.. Right?" Tord asked, receiving a 'Mhm' in response.

With that he put his phone down and took a cab to Tom's house.

When he got there, he was greeted with a tried looking Tom. Yet he was still able to give a small smile to Tord. Tord sighed as he walked to the porch,  clenching his own fist when Tom gave him a small peck on his cheek.

"Hey, so what's up?" Tom asked as he gently dusted something off of Tord's red hoodie. It made Tord back away, jolting Tom a bit.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked, this time his voice sounded really worried. Tord didn't look at him, eye to eye. He only kept his sight on the floor.

"Let's.. Talk inside your house.. It's getting cold.. Don't you think?" Tord let out a fake chuckle, Tom only nodded, pulling Tord inside his house and to the living room.

They both wasted their time on talking about their collage, since they are in different courses. It was already close to 10 when Tord finally had the courage to say 'I don't want this anymore.'

Tom paused as he widened his eyes on Tord. He then laughed as he thought it was some sick joke Tord was playing. But Tord kept a serious expression on, still looking away from Tom.

"Tord-"

"You have to understand.. I trutly loved you in all those years. Half of my highschool and collage life revolves around our relationship. But lately I've been feeling.. The need to.. Let go of something." Tord finally looked at Tom, he saw how Tom was on the verge of crying.

He kept it in, the need to hold Tom and the need to comfort Tom. He took a deep breath, still not breaking his and Tom's stare.

"That something is you, Thomas."

Tom's breath hitched, he let his eyes flutter close as he took a shaking breath through his mouth,

"I- but-- Tord- I can't- no, I can make this work just please--"

"Thomas, it's not that I never loved you. It's just that.. I can't.. Love you anymore. The spark inside me is just not there anymore.."

Tom wiped his tears, since when was his tears was finally falling?

Tord could only look at Tom. Unable to even move or think of anything but just to.. Do the thing that he believes is right for the both of them.

"I can only think of you as a friend of mine now. Nothing else.. That is why, I don't want to keep going with this. I don't want to keep being with you when I don't like it anymore. I feel like I've been only pretending."

Tord gritted his teeth as he averted his eyes. He suddenly felt the need to cry.

"Please.. Understand this Thomas.. I don't want to hurt you by pretending to be with you. The years we've been together was amazing. But I don't want it anymore. Please... Understand this."

With that said Tord stood up from the couch, clenching his fists into a ball as he turned back to Tom who was only slowly standing up.

Tom looked at Tord in the eye as he nodded at him, a small smile was curved on his face.

"I.. Understand.. But.. Is that what you really want?"

Tord replied with a nod, Tom sniffed as he wiped his tears with the rim of his sleeves,

"Dont worry, I--.. I understand... But please.. Only for this.. One last time.. Can you.. Hold me tight?" Tom asked, he opened his arms, before he could even hug Tord upfront.

Tord turned him around and hugged him from the back. So tight that he couldn't fairly breathe properly. Tord's face was buried on his neck, locking his head in place.

Overall Tom savored the warmness of the hug. But he didn't feel loved anymore. It's just a hug. A warm hug.

Nothing else.

No love involve.

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No one's  P.O.V

"Mr. Larssean, you're 30 minutes late from your own meeting."

"I KNOW PAUL! I'M ALREADY RUSHING OKAY?!" Tord yelled, he was just picked up from the airport from his trip to Jeju island for a vacation and now he was being rushed by his own assistant, Paul.

He was fully aware that he was responsible for why his Editor and Cheif quit the position. He was like a bomb inside his own Company. Yelling here and there.

So this was nothing new to him when someone from his company quit their job.

He finally reached the meeting room, bursting into the room while breathless. Every single person in the room stiffened except for two people who kept their attention on their phone.

"Alright, I'm here.." He stated as he started to catch his breath all together. He was now glad that his friend, Patryk actually packed a pair of suit.

He first thought it was a waste of space in his luggage. Well.. until this unexpected meeting came up.

"Alright now that the Boss is here, we should get down to business." Paul said as he lead Tord in his seat.

"Alright, first off is.. let's have an introduction of the two unfamiliar faces in the room." Paul continued, Tord was still taking out his Laptop for some information.

Two people from his far left stood up but Tord was still busy operating his own stuff so he didn't bother looking up,

"Hello everyone, I am the CEO of the Sue Art company, Edward Golde and this is my Editor and Chief, Mr. Thomas Ridgewall."

Tord paused when he heard a familiar name ring into his ears.

"Hey, Let's work with this project thoroughly and peacefully without chaos and destructio--"

The man who introduced himself as 'Edward' covered Tom's mouth. Cutting his sentence,

"Please, excuse him. He gets a bit rude sometimes."

Tom shook off his Boss's hand away and was lured on an weird aura. He finally turned his head to Tord. He jolted up when he saw Tord who was staring at him.

Tord stood up from his chair, he then smiled at Tom. As he felt something pulling his heart to his throat when he looked at Tom's boss. Jealousy.

"Hello, I am the CEO of Designed World, Tord Larssean. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Gold and Mr. Ridgewall."