Sorry ~TordEdd~

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Edd was seated at his desk, staring at a blank piece of bleach white paper. It was Sunday, seven pm, and he hadn't decided.

Part of him so badly wanted to forgive his former friend, but some part of him was uncertain. In the end, he decided to give the Norski one more chance. Just one.

Edd opened his drawer and rumadged through it until he found a pen.

He was sitting in silence for An hour and twenty minutes.

'Dear Tord'

Was all he had. His elbows resting on the desk and his fingers intertwined  With the fingers on his over hand.

He didn't know what to write. Edd sighed and leaned forward, resting his head on the desk. He had and hour and forty minutes to write a letter. That was plenty of time, right?

Edd began to write the letter, the sound of pen against paper the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. The letter was written slowly, because Edd was struggling, he didn't really know what to say.

In the end he decided to ask some questions, and talk about some other stuff. The more he wrote the easier it got.

""""

Finally, he was fiinished, with eight minutes to spare. He fished about his drawrer for an envelope, and ended up fining one, in surprisingly perfect condition.

Edd slipped the note into the envelope and sealed it. He wrote Tord's name on the front. "Alright Edd, your getting your friend back.."

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Tord nervously hummed to himself as he waited for Paul to return. He could come back with a letter, or not. Tord hoped he wouldn't come back empty handed.

His elbows rested on his desk, and he held his head in his hands. He was exhausted, per usual, but he was more tired then usual. Usually he would have gotten some sleep, but not this week, he didn't sleep for even a second. He was too nervous.

There was a soft knock at the door, and Tord shot up, knocking his wooden chair down in the process. "Ah.. oops.. Come in" The door swung open as Tord picked up the chair. It was Paul. Tord set the chair down and turned to his pilot. "So...?"

Paul didn't answer, he just simply held out a letter in a neat white envelope. Tord couldn't help but smile. He reached out and took the letter from the pilot. Paul immediately turned and left.

Tord shuffled back over to his desk and sat down, and with a shaking hand, slowly began to open the envelope.

Once opened, Tord pulled the white piece of paper out of the envelope, his hand still shaking. Tord set the paper on the desk and stared at his hand.

'Stop shaking. You can't read the letter if you shake'

And yet, Tord's hand still shook. He ran his hands over his face, sighing. 'Calm down, it's just a letter...'

'A letter from Edd'

Tord sighed again, and picked up the letter with his robotic hand, and he didn't want to do that. His robotic hand was covered in dust and such, and he didn't want to get the letter dirty, but his normal hand was shaking too much, and if he held the letter with his normal hand the letter would shake, and he wouldn't be able to read it.

Tord took a deep breath, and began to read.

'Dear Tord.

'Hey. What's up?

'I wasn't expecting a letter from you, I thought you were dead.

'I'm glad you aren't. I missed you. I hope your going okay.

'How are you not dead?

'How did you hide that robot from us for so long?

'Are you done trying to take over the world?

'Have you really changed?

'How can I be sure you won't try to kill me again?

'How do I know your not lying?

Tord felt overwhelmed, the amount of questions was almost too much for him. But the biggest problems was the questions asked. Sure, he expected something like that, but the questions he was being asked hit him like a truck.

How could he answer some of the questions? How could he reasure Edd that he wasn't lying? He sighed, he'd figure that out later. For now, he continued to read.

'Sorry about all those questions.

'I really missed you. Just like how you missed me, I guess. I missed laughing with you, and watching TV with you. Maybe someday, you can come visit me. That would be nice.

'And I promise I won't tell Tom and Matt about this. Tom would be pissed, and I'm not quite sure about Matt.

'I'm not sure what else to write, so, I guess I'll stop writing.

'Bye for now.

'-Edd'

Tord's smile which had faltered, and left at the questions returned upon finishing the letter. Edd missed him too.

Tord gently folded the letter again, and grabbed a small wooden box. He opened it, and held it upside down. The boxes contents came spilling out. A small gun, and a few bullets. Tord paid barely any attention to the items and swept them off the desk. He then placed the folded letter into the small, dark brown, wooden box.

He closed it and set it back in its place, his smile growing smaller as he realized that he would probably never be able to see Edd, because of Tord's army. And Tom, Tom would always be a problem.

Tord ran his hands over his face. "Oh well.. Those are.. Simple problems. I'll see Edd someday"

Tord drummed his fingers on the desk for a good couple of minutes, before getting a price of yellow-brownish paper. He was going to write a letter now. He'd have Paul bring it to Edd on Sunday.

Tord fished a pencil from his drawer, and began the note with two simple words.

'Dear Edd'

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Tord and Edd had been sending letters to eachother for about a month. And Tord was in the middle of writing a letter for Edd.

Just before Tord could finish a sentence, Pat burst through the door. The door swinging open with such force caused Tord to fall off his chair.

"Ah! Sorry sir!" Pat mumbled, scurrying over to help the Red Leader up. "But we're under attack!"

Tord stayed silent. It was only a Simple Problem.. Right?