Before I knew it, he was gone.
And before I noticed, I had left too.
I look back at the house that I once shared with my friends. The house has been through so many adventures. I had been through so many experiences under this roof.
I take a nice long gulp of my alcohol and look back at door.
How many times did we have to replace that? Probably as many times as we all been through it.
I grip the suitcase in my hand tightly.
"Ed, Matt....and even you, Co-....Tord,"
I mutter to myself,
"...Thank you...for the fun time I had here.."
I bite my tongue as i feel tears brim my black eyes. I chew my lip as they roll down my cheek, onto the cracked pavement below.
I go over my options in my head before I consider on what to do next.
Since Edd is gone, and Matt left..and Tord...blew up years ago, I'm alone now.
I have no one, well, I do have Edd's cat. I hearher whine as she yearns to go back to that house as much as I do.
"We can't.." I tell her, but she doesn't seem to hear me.
Before I leave, I take a glance behind me. I see the reflection of him in the glass. He looks at me sadly. His eyes wild, as if demanding me to stay.
But I decided years ago I wouldn't.
I shiver as a cold chill presses against my shoulder, nearly knocking me back torwards the house. I sigh.
"No, commie. This is good bye."
I barely manage to say it as I see his ghost grit its teeth.
We both hate eachother, but now thats over.
I saw him when no one else could. So I suppose he doesn't want to be lonely.
But...neither do I.
I muster up that last of my courage as I stare Tord straight in his eyes.
"This is goodbye. You better give up and decend to wherever you are suppose to go."
I take another swig of Smirnoff.
"...Just...stay."
I shiver at the whispered voice.
I would have stayed...if he was still alive.
"No, I'm off to the big city, commie. I wont be coming back. Everyone is gone. There's no point in staying now."
"I'm still here." He reasoned.
I grumbled.
"No you're not."
I watched as the realization and hurt morph into his face. The same look he made when I shot him with my harpoon.
In a fit of betrayal and rage, he disappears out of sight. I take that as my cue to leave, so I do.
I walk torwards Edds car and drive off.
I leave behind nothing.
Because I was the one who was left behind.
With a final swig of my drink, I sigh, because it's over now.
As if I killed him a second time, he leaves out of sight.
Out of view.
And I barely manage to say,
"It's over Tord," before flying out of Edds car, through the windshield, and onto the pavement.
I close my eyes and open them only to see Tord.
"Why don't you stay with me?"
I grunt.
"It looks like I will this time."
