melting together again (tordedd)

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To go out in this weather had been a bad idea or that's what others thought. For me though, it was the best time to take a walk. Rain poured down like crazy while the wind had picked up, messing up my already tousled hair even more. Not that I cared about it.

Since the storm was too strong to continue walking I had decided to seek shelter under the roof of a nearby bus station. A short glance over to the driving plans, the next bus would stop here at 4:50am. Right now my phone told me it was 11:45pm. But it wasn't like I'd wait here for more than 5 hours; No. I'd simply stand here, waiting for the storm to calm down enough to get home.

But why did I go out when the weather was so bad? Simple. The rain helped me calm down while also washing away painful memories, at least for a short time.

I looked at ground, watching as the rain dropped from my red umbrella, forming small puddles on the asphalt. Red. His favorite color.

My head turned upwards, seeing the gray sky. Gray, like his eyes.

Despite my attempts to get him out of my head, I still thought about him. Memories of him crossed my mind every so often. Why did I still think about him? He betrayed us. He blew up our house. He killed one of our neighbors and tried to kill Tom.

Nonetheless, my heart shattered every time I saw the memory of his giant robot exploding. It had been quite the show and if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation I would've stood there in awe. A pang of sadness would appear in my soul when I thought about it.

To move on had been a torture. Each one of us got own apartments though we still visited each other to watch movies or play games. However, nothing was the same. Matt wasn't staring at the mirror for most of the time and Tom's alcohol addiction only got worse with every passing day. I on the other hand seemed like I hadn't changed at all which couldn't be farther away from the truth.

I suffered silently as to not be a burden to my friends since they already had enough problems on their hands. My lack of sleep often caused me to pass out in the middle of the day.

Why is then, that I can't stop thinking about him? I wasn't sure but I felt like it was because I still considered him a friend in some way. Yeah, that sounds stupid, I know.

Really, I just wanted to ask him why he'd done this. But chances are, he's dead. I mean, if the explosion didn't kill him, the impact of his fall would've. This thought alone made me feel even more sad.

Splashing noises brought me back to reality. Quickly I looked up and saw someone walking by. The person seemed familiar to me. Though a hood covered most of their face some of the light brown hair stuck out of it. My breath hitched when I noticed it was styled upwards into horns. Exactly how he did. Could it be? No. I shook my head. He's dead. Nonetheless I continued staring at the guy who looked at the ground. Quite suddenly he raised his head which pushed the hood a little bit backwards. Now I could see more of this guy's face, the right side of it to be exact. It looked scarred. And then I saw his right eye. My heart skipped a beat.

It was gray, like the sky above me.

This guy looked exactly like him, except for the Hoodie he wore, which was black. Thoughts flooded my mind, too fast to even grasp them. Could it really be him or was I dreaming? I mean the similarities were uncanny.

Mechanically, as if controlled by an unknown force, I began moving in his direction. He didn't seem to notice me coming closer. The lower the distance the more the guy looked like him. My heart pounded against my ribs. Even though chances are, I was just hallucinating I continued walking towards him.

"Tord?"

Even though it was just a whisper, the guy seemed to hear me because he turned his head ever so slightly into my direction. I could see his eye widening when he looked at me.

Before I was able to ask him something he had already started running away. Without hesitation I followed after him. Because of the wind, raindrops fell onto my face and even into my eyes, impairing my vision a little. Also the storm made it quite difficult to run with an open umbrella. Nonetheless I continued chasing after the guy. I needed to know if it was really him or someone who wanted to play a joke on me. 

My train of thought was interrupted when I stumbled over my own feet and landed on cold and wet asphalt, the puddles of rainwater soaking my clothes. As soon as I could I stood up, looking around. The guy was nowhere to be seen. Cursing under my breath I reached for my umbrella before the wind could blow it away. After that I tried to find the guy by running down the street but to now avail. He was gone.

Somewhat pissed I stomped on the ground while clenching my hands, nails digging into my skin. Great. Just great. Now I wasn't just soaking wet but I also lost track of this guy. Internally I continued to curse. My clumsiness just had to show up right then and there. I hated it.

Now I stood here in the rain, umbrella in my right hand. Not knowing what to do I stared at the sky. From the looks of it the pouring rain had downgraded to a slight drizzle. This only made me angrier. It seemed like the world played a prank on me. Like, seriously? Couldn't the weather change a little bit earlier? Was it so difficult to at least let me ask this guy who he was?

I sighed before taking out my phone, looking at the time. 12:05am. After I put it back into one of the pockets of my jeans, I turned around, walking back to my apartment. It wasn't far away, so it wasn't surprising that I reached the building in just ten minutes.

"Tom? What are you doing here?" I asked as soon as I saw my black-eyed friend standing in the middle of the second floor. He quickly turned his head to look me in the face. "Edd?" Tom seemed really surprised by my sudden appearance which was unsurprising as he didn't know about my habit of going out in the rain. "Why are you out at this time?" A small smile made its way onto my face while a quiet giggle escaped my lips. "And why are your clothes drenched?" I didn't know what to answer, so I just stood in front of him, silently thinking about what to say. I came to the conclusion to simply tell him. "I was taking a walk, stumbled over my own feet and landed in a puddle, so yeah. That's why." I decided not to tell Tom about that guy who resembled Tord a lot because I knew he'd fly into a fit of anger. Even if the guy wasn't Tord, I didn't want to risk it.

"And you? Normally you'd be at the nearest bar, drinking." No answer. The air around us smelled like alcohol which told me Tom had already been there but decided to come home earlier. I wondered why though. Usually when we met he couldn't even walking straight. Tonight seemed to be different. "Well, I watched movies with Matt over at his place", he explained, pointing at a door a few feet away from us, "and since I grew somewhat bored and tired I decided to head to my own apartment and get some sleep."

The only response to that was a rather quiet "okay". Silence once again descended over us. It felt awkward so I interrupted it by telling Tom I needed to catch some sleep too. "Night  Edd." "Goodnight Tom."

And with that I entered my apartment. After I locked the door I walked towards my bedroom where I got some fresh clothing. Then I went over to the bathroom, changing into dry clothes.

Soon enough I lied in my bed, staring at the blank ceiling. Thoughts of today's encounter crossed through my mind. This guy had looked so eerily similar to Tord.

Maybe he was still alive? I mean, the possibility was there. Miracles could happen. One side of me felt so happy at that thought while the other felt mad. That side though was way weaker.

Hopefully our paths would cross once more so I could see if it was really Tord...