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I can't hide it anymore

Oswald POV

I can't hide it anymore.

I love Edward Nygma. I have to tell him. I have to let him know exactly how I feel. I've been pacing my office all night, obsessing over how to tell him. Finally I stomp into his office, tired of waiting. I knock loudly on the door, and he answers immediately.

"Oswald? Is everything okay?" A very concerned Edward asks me.

"No it's fine. I just need to talk to you about something."

"Alright, nothing bad I hope." He says warmly, stepping aside and letting me in. He closes the door and gestures towards his couch. I sit down and immediately start fidgeting nervously under his breathtaking doe eyed gaze.

"Um, Ed. You might want to sit down too..."

"Is this good news or bad news?" He says nervously, sitting down in his desk chair.

"Maybe a little of both."

I take a deep breath, psyching myself up more.

"Ed, you helped me when I was wounded in those woods. You took me in and not only did you mend my physical wounds, you pieced me back together after my mothers death. You gave me the strength to defeat Galavan. You stood by my side during my campaign, even though no one else believed in me. You stood on that stage with me when I won. You almost died for me. And during our time together I've realized...I love you Edward Nygma."

I look up at him, and he looks absolutely horrified.

"You...what? Oswald, you know I'm with Isabella who I love more than life itself. I love her. Oswald, I'm sorry, I don't love you Oswald. I should go. I shouldn't be here."

No...no no no no no...

"Edward, please, you have to understand! Ed, I'm sorry! We can pretend this never happened, Edward please!" I yell after him as he turns to walk out the door. I practically chase him up to his room, still desperate to get him to change his mind.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving Oswald. I'll be mailing you my letter of resignation. I should be with Isabella. I should never have accepted this job. I'm sorry Oswald I'm gone. Don't try to find me."

"Edward please! You can't leave me! I need you!" I unintentionally yell out. He looks at me with such confliction.

Please please please don't leave me!!!

"I'm sorry. I can't stay here, it would be too awkward. I wouldn't be able to handle it. Goodbye, Mayor Cobblepot." He grabs his bags and walks out.

I let my tears fall, sobbing incoherently. I look at his bed, knowing full well that he's never coming back. He'll never sleep in that bed again. I walk over to the bed and crawl into it, pulling Edwards comforter over me.

It smells like him.......

I wake the next day to Zsasz staring at me with a slightly amused expression on his face.

"God-damnit, Zsasz, what is it?" I snap at him.

"One, Ed's gone, two, we found a letter of resignation on your desk from him, three, you're obviously depressed because you're in his bed under his blankets which smell exactly like him."

"Why are you here?"

"You have a meeting with councilman Klinger this afternoon. You should get ready."

"Fine." I groan, pulling myself out of bed. I hobble into my bathroom, styling my hair slightly and putting on some makeup so I look at least slightly put together. I put on one of my nice suits, with the purple tie Edward liked.

Time to meet with  councilman Klinger....

My meeting went fine, save for the fact I'll have to send Zsasz out tonight to dispatch of the councilman. I go home, get drunk to ease the pain of Eds absence, and sleep. Well, try to sleep. I keep having nightmares about Ed leaving or dying.

After a month has passed, I have an interview with some pretentious reporter for the local news. God, I just hope the bitch doesn't bring up Edward....

"So, Mayor Cobblepot. Word has spread that Edward Nygma is no longer your Chief of Staff. Is this true, and if so, why has he stepped down?"

Fuck...

"There have been some, ahem, personal issues between us and we've decided it would be best if he stepped away from his position as my chief of staff." I say haltingly, noticing the green in everything.

"Is it because of his new relationship with his fiancee, Isabella Moore?"

"Yes, he's been spending a lot of time with her. I am happy for them. Edward is my best friend. Why wouldn't I be happy for him?" I say quietly, a fake ass smile on my face.

Fiancee... fiancee!

After the interview, I go home to a achingly empty house. Not really empty, persay, but missing something. No, someone. Edward.
It's missing Edward. Hell, I'm missing Edward.

I go up to my room to drink, take my painkillers and sleep for 18 hours, but I'm stopped by a knock on the door. I groan and go to answer it.

I faint when I see who's there.

I wake in my room, convinced it was a dream. Edward Nygma was not just standing at my door. It was a dream.

Not.

I look up only to see Edward sitting in the chair beside my bed.

"Hey." He says quietly, looking absolutely awful. His hair is disheveled, he had bags under and dark circles around his eyes, his clothes are dirty and roughed up.

"Is this a dream?" I say quietly, unable to believe this is real.

"Im here Oswald. I saw you on TV and I just broke down. I saw how awful you looked. I saw your reaction to the reporter talking about me and Isabella. I can't hide it anymore.....I love you Oswald Cobblepot." He says warmly, looking on the verge of tears.

"I love you too Edward...I love you so much."

He crawls into bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me.

I could stay like this forever....