Wild ||Edward Nygma|| [2]

Chapter Nine || Suspicions

"'You're in my bones and my blood and my heart,' he said. 'I'd have to tear myself open to let you go".

- Cassandra Clare

On the days following Isabella's passing, Ed just layed down near the record player listening to Vivaldi. It was always the same depressing opera song, over and over again. His behavior was making Charlotte and Oswald restless. They didn't know what to say to cheer him up. He just layed down in an armchair with a blanket over his body.

Charlotte and Oswald were in the dining room where Oswald was getting his painting made by a talented man. The Mayor stood still by the table while Charlotte sat at the farther corner of the table to not bother Oswald or the painter. However, the Vivaldi song coming from the other room was already bothering them, except the painter, who continued focused despite the loud noise.

"Now, just raise your chin a mite higher," he advised Oswald and he immediately did as the painter told him.

However, the song was distracting him and he kept looking at the door from time to time. Then he couldn't take it anymore and turned to the painter. "Would you excuse me for a moment?"

The man nodded and Oswald quickly limped to the other room where Ed was. After a few seconds, the music finally came to a halt and Charlotte took a breath in relief. Soon enough, Oswald returned with a frustrated look on his face.

"Apologies," Oswald said to the painter before putting himself in his previous position. But it didn't take long. The depression state in which Ed was in was making him nervous. In a few seconds, he was limping back into the other room. Charlotte excused herself and followed Oswald.

"Ed, I, as much as anyone, know how hard it is to lose someone," Oswald was telling Ed, but all Ed did in return was sigh. "Even if you've only known them for like... a week. But this is not healthy behavior. It is depressing and, if I'm being honest, a bit scary".

Charlotte bumped Oswald's arm to warn him to be quiet and he sent a glare her way before looking back to Ed.

Ed had raised his head with an even more depressed look on his face. "Less scary. Check". Then he returned to lay his head on the pillow.

"No, you're not..." Oswald tried to explain that was not what he meant, but he gave up and decided to try something else. "Ed, you need to heal. And healing is about moving on".

"He's right, Ed," Charlotte agreed and approached Ed to caress his cheek, causing Oswald's expression to harden.

Ed held his head up again once Charlotte took her hand away and looked between Charlotte and Oswald. "No doubt you're right".

"Of course I'm right," Oswald stated with a relieved smile.

Ed sat up on the armchair and Charlotte and Oswald waited anxiously for him to say something. "I'll go to where she was taken from me and say goodbye".