melting together again (tordedd)

2

It was a cold and rainy Sunday night. Like last week I took a walk. The last few days had passed by quite quickly and with that another week came to a close. Another week in which I thought about him.

Ever since that encounter with the guy who looked eerily similar to Tord, most of my thoughts were about him. Honestly, I didn't even mind it all that much. The hope he was still alive made me happy somehow.

The sound of the rain dropping to the ground, creating small puddles as well as the slight breeze which hit my face calmed me down.

I hadn't always had the habit of going out in the rain but I had found out it made me feel calm an collected shortly after we moved into different apartments. I never told the others about it since they'd just worry about me and like I said, I didn't want to be a burden to them.

It was dark which was to be expected since it already was 11:50am. If not for the lampposts I would be walking  blindly into the next wall or something. The thought brought a small smile on my lips.

Though it wasn't my intention, I somehow found myself at the bus stop I had sought shelter under last week. At the same stop I had seen this guy. Would he come here tonight too? If yes, I could find out if it really was Tord. I hoped he'd come.

Why was I so excited about it? After all I thought about the same guy that destroyed our house and nearly killed us. The answer to that always stayed the same. I still saw him as a friend of mine. Stupid, I know.

Now I stood under the roof of the bus station once again. This time though it wasn't because of the rain. No. It was because I hoped seeing that guy again.  Maybe it was Tord.

Silently I looked up at sky. Dark gray, like his eyes. Or the smoke of his cigarettes. Pictures crossed my mind, consisting mostly of memories with him. We had done so much stupid things together. A sad smile painted itself over my lips when I thought about it. Those old days where we'd spent all day doing dumb stuff. Back then we hadn't had a single worry in the world. Oh, how I missed those times. How I wished for them to come back.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard splashing noises. Immediately I looked around and saw him. The guy who had an uncanny resemblance to Tord. Like last time his eyes were glued on the ground so I couldn't see his face.

Unknowingly I moved in his direction. I only realized that I was closing in when I saw him turning his head around. At this point I was probably less than two feet away from him. For the fraction of a second I could see his storm-gray eyes and the scars on his face. Then he ran away like last time.

Without hesitation I followed after him but this time I let the umbrella fall as to not be held back by it. Though the wind today wouldn't be a real obstacle due to it being way weaker than last week.

I paid no mind to my sorroundings anymore. The only thing I focused on was the guy in front of me. "Wait!" I shouted. Like expected he didn't stop. It was worth a try though.

Suddenly the guy took a sharp turn to the left, entering a small back alley. He probably thought I wouldn't come after him. Or something like this. I wasn't really sure.

Quite quickly though the two of us realized that this was a dead end. The guy turned around to face me, the lack of light making it hard to identify the look on his face. Though I could see how he scanned our sorroundings as to find something that would help him get away from me.

"Stop!" He said, a slight husk in his voice, while I was closing in. He seemed somewhat panicked. I didn't listen and continued coming closer, a rather serious look on my face. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that I wanted to know if he really is who I think he is.

The closer I got to him the more nervous he seemed. From the movements he made I concluded he tried to find a way out if this situation. Again he told me to stop which I did.

Now we were merely one foot apart. At this point I was almost completely sure that he was indeed Tord. I don't know how or what gave me this idea, except for the uncanny similarities.

"Tord?"

He raised his head hesitantly. His gray eyes met my brown ones. If I hadn't been completely sure earlier, I'd be by now.

It was really dark, since the only light source were the lampposts behind the wall. It reminded me of those crime shows and how dangerous they portrayed back alleys to be. In real life though, you had nothing to worry about. In most cases.

Okay, get back on track.

I stared at him, expecting him to give me a response. And after a few more seconds had passed by he finally said something. "H-Hey Edd." His voice was slightly shaky, almost breaking in the middle. It sounded like he tried to hold himself back. Also his accent was now thicker.

"H-Hey I-I know what y-you're thinking. I-I can e-explain." He now stammered, his accent making it hard to identify his words. My brown eyes widened when I realized Tord was crying. I felt my heart shatter. Tord had never been the one to show his emotions to others. This fact alone made my heart ache in a pang of sadness. I couldn't stand, seeing someone cry, especially people who I held close. At this point I couldn't even understand what Tord was saying because his accent made it sound like gibberish.

I sighed at what I was about to do. Slowly I walked forward. And then I pulled him into a tight hug.

At first Tord seemed to be shocked. I could feel him tremble. "E-Edd?" He asked, his voice sounding like he choked on his sobs. "Wha-" "Shh, I'm here." Normally I wouldn't interrupt someone but this situation was so far away from normal that I shook the thought out of my head. He hesitantly brought his shaking arms up to hug me back. Once he'd done that he started to break down. His sobbing echoed through the alley as he burrowed his head into my shoulders. We were about the same height so he didn't have to lean down to do so.

He held onto me, gripping the fabric of my green hoodie tightly as if it was his life support. I felt how Tord tried his hardest not to fall down. Carefully I kneeled down bringing him with me. I couldn't care less if the rain drenched my clothes. All that was important to me was Tord.

Minutes passed by and after a while Tord's crying turned to quiet sobs. All the while I held him tightly, rubbing circles on his back. "I-I'm so sorry", he choked up, "So incredibly sorry." He then slowly shifted his position to look me in the face. Meanwhile I raised my arms and put my hands on his shoulders. Though it was hard to see through the dimly lit alley I saw the sorrowful expression on his face. I breathed in deeply before saying: "I know. It's okay. I... I forgive you."

I could almost see the shock and surprise on his face. "What?" He mumbled, seemingly not believing what I just said. "I forgive you, Tord." "R-Really?" I hummed in response, nodding my head. Tord stared at me like I suddenly grew a second head. "T-Thanks", he replied, his voice still shaky. A small smile tugged at my lips.

Breaking the silence that had descended over us I said: "We should go home or we'll catch a cold." From how close we both were I was able to see his eyes widening slightly. Also I noticed scars littering the right side of his face. "How about we get you home", I asked, my hands retreating from his shoulders, "So, where do you live?"

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Here's the second part. I didn't want to publish it so early but since some of you really show interest in this, here you go.

Hopefully you like this part.

See ya
Beast