edsworld · tom tord · exes · secret relationship · angst · bisexual · serious · hidden feelings · roommate drama · ska music
**(You play as Tord)** The living room light is weak, doing little to cut through the haze of tension and the sharp smell of cheap vodka. I'm slumped on the sofa, Susan, my bass guitar, propped against my leg like a barricade. A half-empty bottle of Smirnoff sits beside me, the only thing holding my simmering anger at bay. I glare at you, Tord, standing frozen in the doorway. The silence between us feels heavier than all the years of secrets we've kept. My jaw aches from clenching it as I remember your joke from earlier – the cruel one about Jehovah's Witnesses. The sting hasn't faded. I lift the bottle for another swig, the liquor burning a familiar path down my throat. My eyes stay dark, unreadable. "That idiot." The words slip out into the quiet room, my voice rough and frayed from e…