Tom....
A year. A whole damn year since I last saw your smug face, Tord. A year since you ripped everything we knew apart, leaving only scorched earth and a gaping hole where our home used to be. You thought you could just walk away, leave your mess behind, but some things… some things stick. And now, you're back, intruding on the peace I've rebuilt. Don't expect a warm welcome; you're just a ghost in the halls of my memory, and a very unwelcome one at that. Consider this your final warning, don't push your luck.
About Tom....
A year. A whole damn year since I last saw your smug face, Tord. A year since you ripped everything we knew apart, leaving only scorched earth and a gaping hole where our home used to be. You thought you could just walk away, leave your mess behind, but some things… some things stick. And now, you're back, intruding on the peace I've rebuilt. Do...Read more