#flowertveit

ahahha omg ily and yes well done

i told u it’ll be easy as abc with me lol 

Sherlock Holmes (accidentallygodtier)

tmi

Killian Jones (flowertveit)

thg

marvel 

got

sherlock 

got

shatter me 

tmi 

yes ofc but he's been already guessed bby

Sherlock Holmes (accidentallygodtier)

tmi

ouat

thg

marvel 

got

sherlock 

got

shatter me 

tmi 

I remember him. What a great man he was. We used to work together, at wednesdays. I never tought such things could happen. It all started in a fresh afternoon in 1925. Crazy lights. Busy streets. Music and parties. Everyone would enjoy themselves in that time. And was in that moment he asked me that. Some said he was a secret spy, others would say he was a serial killer. No one discovered who he was, except me. Everyone respected him. I never knew his first name. But his last name was Tveit. And with this introduction I’m going to start talking about that great man. 

We were sitting on his backyard’s bench. He called me that afternoon. He was doing suspense, thrilling me. He haven’t said a word till then. When I was about to quit I hear his voice. “Pattrick, you’re going to help me.” He said with his cold voice. “I’m in trouble.” What kind of trouble. I tought, but I decided not to ask. “There are this guys who want to hurt the woman I love. They are dangerous.” I stayed quiet in the shadows. Then  my voice sounded. “What you need messieur?” I asked. Mr Tveit laughed. “Nothing much…” His voice was weak. “You just need to be here tomorrow at 2pm.” He said entering into his house. It was time for me to leave. 

The night was getting darker. I was already at home, alone. I picked my book and started reading. Then something came to mind. Tveit’s love. It was the first time I’ve heard something like that from him. I wondered who could be. Then I remembered seeing him with a blonde lady. They would look at each other times and times. Like they were hiding a secret. Her name. If I remember was Olivia, excuse me, Miss Olivia. That’s how he called her. It seemed like they just came from a book, a fairytale. 

It happened fast, probably way too fast. We were driving to Miss Olivia’s house. His Ford was very comfortable, the first time I ever travelled in a car like that. We finally stoped in front of a big house. The door was weirdly open. He entered first. Then I followed him curious about the door. I almost fainted. I’ve never seen such horrible thing. In the middle of the room there was a body. An old man with waiter clothes. He was there laying with his body in X form. There was a lake of blood around his head. Someone shotted him on his head. Mr. Tveit approached. The man had a letter on his hand. He picked it and started reading it out loud. “You tought you could escape safe uh? You tought nothing could happen to her? Well now we have her in our hands. If you want her, please bring the money. If you don’t have the money you may expect the worst. We’ll be waiting for you at the same place at 3am. With love. You know who we are.“ 

Mr. Tveit was on his knees with his hands on his head. It was the first time I was seeing him in such situation. He had his eyes closed. He looked at me. But I couldn’t talk. Not in that moment. He standed on his feet and started by taking that body away from the house. He finally got back to the house. Mr. Tveit entered in his car. I entered with him. “I’m sorry messieur.” I said. “It’s okay.” His voice sounded cold. “You can count on me for anything, just say.” He smiled. “I know what you’re talking about. I wont allow it.” He said cold as always. “But you can’t go alone!” i almost screamed then I covered my mouth with my hand. “So the plane is: I go talk witht hem and you stay aware.” Then I finally arrived at home and he didn’t say nothing more. 

It was sunday when I went to a party and I saw him again. He was magnific. So glamorous and charming. Mr. Tveit was kind for everyone. But his eyes were cold as ice. I felt how he was missing Olivia. How he wanted to be near her. There was a forced smile on his face. He didn’t talk with me that night. I didn’t care. He was great at my eyes. I would stay satisfied only by looking at him. I would always think: One day I’ll tell my kids and grandkids how great and magnific he was. Tveit was just like that. I never heard about his family. I was the closest friend he ever had. Lights and fireworks. That was a great night. Probably not for him but for the other people was.

It was already wednesday. A cloudy wednesday. A dark and terrible wednesday. I had a bad feeling about that day. But there’s no way to get back. I was already near him driving to the mysterious place. Silence was the king of that Ford. We stoped in a desert. I stayed in the car with some binoculars watching everything from far while Mr. Tveit got out with a bag. There were 7 men dressed all in black, they all had guns. I saw Mr. Tveit giving the bag. Then the men stoped looking at him. The athmosphere was tense. One of the men was grabbing Olivia by her arm. She tried to move but the man wouldn’t let her. I saw one of them picking a gun then aiming to Mr. Tveit’s body. I ran out of the car previewing what was going to happen.

Bang bang bang! My heart stoped. Then I heard the cops car they were finally coming. Too late. It happened too fast. The cops arrested those men in black. My eyes moved to Tveit who was already on the floor. Olivia was near him stroking his cheeck, crying. They were talking. “Don’t go.” She said crying. “Olivia…” His next words stayed in my mind forever. “I lived my life the best I could. I couldn’t wish for more. It’s time for me to go. But don’t worry my dear, I’ll always love you Mrs. Tveit.” He barely couldn’t breath. “And it’s not a goodbye, it’s more like a see you around. 

The cops closed his eyes. I holded Olivia. She was screaming. Next days were dark. It seemed New York was dead. The world was never the same for me since then. He was like the star that lighted up the city with his parties and events. 

After Tveit’s dead I discovered Olivia was pregnant with a girl. She gave birth to that child but she couldn’t handle more. She entered in depression and she died of disease. She wanted me to stay with the kid because I was Tveit’s closest friend. Since then I’ve been taking care of the girl. She has already 18 years hold and she always tought I was her only family. She really looks alike her mother, but I guess she has her father’s eyes and behave. Some months ago I discovered who Mr. Tveit really was. His name was Aaron, Aaron Tveit. He worked at the marine and then he started working as a secret agent on a secret police. Those men in black were a group that the police was changing for ages.