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| Eddsworld - TordEdd

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It was cold outside.

Tord shivered, rubbing his arms slightly. The cigarette hung loosely between his lips, but it was forgotten long ago. It hung barely, trying it's best not to fall tot he frost ground, but Tord was aware of it enough to keep it trapped at the entrance to his mouth.

He was staring off into the distance, watching his breath billow around his face. He wasn't looking at anything particular, he was just staring as he was lost in thought. He was numb to it, ignorant to his surroundings while reliving memories.

He thought of going back inside, but then he'd have to see them. Tom and Edd. They were his friends, and he loved them dearly. At least one of them. The other Tord hated, and for the most petty reason ever.

Tom had stolen Edd from him, and he can't let go.

Tord could tell Edd had fallen for the black-eyed man. The look in his eyes, how'd he always giggle at his jokes. How he would always try to scoot closer to him on the couch. Sometimes Tord wanted to ask him how he did it, how he made Edd so helpless for him.

He sighed, putting out the cigarette. He let it drop into the ashtray, fluttering like a leaf falling from an autumn tree. He stared at the dying light, making up his mind. Was there any hope for him? He could feel a few snowflakes melting on his cheek, making him shiver. They joined the various freckles on his face, but died as he made his way inside.

Tord chose the easy way out.

He stood at the door of his red car, giving his friends one sad, final look. Matt looked down, his eyes trained at his feet. Tord could feel the heartbreak coming off him like waves. He knew Matt, he wasn't stupid, he never was stupid. He just needed some encouragement, but the others wouldn't give him that. He pitied him.

Tom seemed indifferent as ever. Or was he happy? Tord couldn't tell, his eyes held nothing while his lips held a smile. Tord was Tom's only competition, and now he's leaving. It seems like a win-win for them both. Or a win-lose. No one knew his secret.

Tord could see the hurt in Edd's eyes. Not one of heartbreak, but of betrayal. Tord knew that kind of feeling, but it was strange seeing it on Edd's face. Soft cheeks twisted in a sad-ridden scowl. That shouldn't be on Edd's face, Tord felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He was abandoning his friends, his first love. He pushed it down. This was the only way.

Tom had glanced over at Matt, bringing him inside. Their feet stepped on the frosted grass and newly growing plants. Tord had always loved spring before. Now, he wasn't so sure about what he felt about this seasons now.

Edd had turned too, but Tord reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. A slight breeze made his horns sway like palm trees. It cooled Tord's heating face.

"Why?" Tord seemed to be talking to himself more than Edd. He turned around to face Tord, confusion lighting his eyes and face, giving him a silent but easily understood question. But he voiced the question anyways.

"Why what?"

"Why don't you love me back?" It was just a simple question. No context, but they both knew what it meant.

Edd didn't answer, instead turning away and shrugging off Tord's hand from his shoulder. He walked briskly along the front walk and slipped through the front door, closing it behind him.

Tord stood there, watching the brown door. His hands hung limply at his sides, his mouth wide open. He closed it, turning, almost robotically, he got into his car and drove away.

Tord felt the harpoon go through his robot like it had gone through him as well. He could hear the alarm, the computer's voice warning him of the evident explosion. Tord didn't care. He didn't care anymore.

It was all over. All of it.

He felt the fire ripping through his body. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out, nothing. He felt like he was nothing, a being of pure pain. His vision was white, but he could feel himself falling, falling. His skin and clothes burning as he hit the ground, rolling in the grass.

Tord listened to the various pieces of metal joining him on floor. He blinked, letting his vision clear slowly. His ears started to ring, and the sigh was blinding, the sun hurt his eyes so he quickly closed them again. He could feel the blood pooling at his abdomen and his arm and face. He gurgled, spitting out blood and staining the grass.

As the white noise cleared he heard footsteps making their way towards him. He opened his eyes to see a flash of irish green among the red, then a familiar face was above him. He felt himself being cradled in someone's lap, so he let himself lean into the touch. He knew his blood was soaking into their clothes, most likely staining them. The person was running their fingers through their hair, and Tord opened his eyes to see Edd's chocolate eyes staring down at him.

"Why?" He whispered. Tord could see the shock in his eyes.

"It was time for the end," Tord replied hoarsely.

"You're dying Tord," Edd said. Fear made him shake slightly, radiating in his eyes like the fire dancing in it's reflection.

"I know," Tord choked out, coughing up some blood.

It was silent for a moment. The two were enjoying each other's company, despite the circumstances. Tord enjoyed the feeling of Edd's fingers stroking his hair.

"Why don't you love me back?" Tord asked. Edd only shook his head, then replying:

"I don't know."

The silence washed over them again, Edd raising his head to stare at their old house and the wreckage around them.

Edd sighed, shaking his head. "I'll give you a kiss, if it's your dying wish."

Tord's eyes widened. He only wanted Edd, but he couldn't have him. His feelings weren't selfish, what he did with them was.

Tord shook his head, a smile dancing on his lips. "Your lips belong to Tom, not me."

Tord felt a few tears land on his cheeks. He leaned up, wiping the water from Edd's eyes.

"I'm sorry," Edd choked out. Tord choked out more blood.

"Don't be," Tord said.

He could see the black edging his vision. Numbness spread around his body, the finger brushing through his hair seemed distant. Like they didn't exist, ot at least didn't exist fully.

Tord summoned his strength to grin, his teeth blood stained, the gap in his teeth seeming to have the most blood. He reached his arm up, shakily gripping the cuff of Edd's hoodie-sleeve.

"Goodbye.. Old love.."

Tord let himself go limp, his head rolling off of Edd's lap. Edd only stared, letting his tear fall freely now.

Edd still keeps Tord's hoodie in his apartment.

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| This is angsty as hell, I know. But I think I did well. Let me know in the comments.