Chrysalism (DISCONTINUED)

Aftermath

It'd been a good year or 2 since it happened. We were all relaxed about it now. Edd's still shook by it. I keep telling him to get over it but he's just grew too anxious. Everyday his smile fades a little more and his eyes are more devoid of life. He trusted Tord. We could all tell by the aftermath. Heck, he doesn't even drink cola anymore. Tom still buys it for him though. But, I just drink it all. I think I'm a lot like Edd. That's why I adore him so much and he adores me! I just wish he'd smile like we used to together. We always walked together, ate together and played together. Ever since the experiments on myself, Edd and I have started acting more like a couple. But, the event aftermath went on for too long and Edd's mental health worries me.
It was a storm in November. It was cold, windy and even the house seemed like it was about to come out of the ground and start flying. Tom was sleeping and Edd went outside for some reason. There really wasn't a use in arguing with him because he'd never listen. He always looked for outside, waiting for something or someone.
Bang.
There was a deafening crash right outside our house. I swung open the door and shouted, "Edd! Are you okay?" He didn't reply. He never does but this worried me. What if he was hurt? What if he was dead? I ran out, only to see a plane. A... plane? It was small: enough to fit in a human. A red mark was on the side in dominance of the grey and dull metal. At the front was Edd. He was shaken, his eyes wide in fear. Tears rolled down his face and slowly started... to smile. "T-Tord? Is that r-really t-true?" He stuttered. I, myself, was taken aback. It couldn't be true. Tord died long ago during the incident. His giant robot blew up and he did with it.
Tord looked up. He blinked a few times and turned to his left; he pointed at me. "Who're you?" He asked.