Edd was the one who found him. He was the one who saw Tom's limp body hanging from the ceiling.
He was the one who ran to the kitchen to grab a knife.
He was the one who cut him down.
He was the one who sobbed and refused to let Tom go, thinking it was some dark joke.
He was the one who screamed at Tom to wake up, even after the paramedics told him his friend was gone.
Edd was the one who was hit hardest by Tom's death.
He read through Tom's letters and his texts.
To Tord.
Tom was in love with Tord. Tom killed himself because of Tord. Tord wouldn't have done it if it weren't from Tom. This is Tom's fault.
Edd moved to the wall and punched it, screaming loud enough for the neighbours to hear.
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At the funeral, Edd popped a few blood vessels in his eyes and gave himself a bloody nose while sobbing.
Edd went home and holed up in his room. He drew on his tablet. He drew Tord and Tom. He animated Tom and Tord
He didn't eat. He didn't sleep. He just drew. He didn't want to do anything else.
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Fanfictionfuck you tom. this is a vent story. please be careful reading this story. it deals w a bunch of triggering stuff.
