The Lonely

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Tom

The feeling of my bare bed was soft and comforting. I had moved into a new house and away from my apartment. Edd and Matt had already moved into a new house without me. They thought I would be happier with Tord being dead and all, but I wasn't. I don't know why, but I just wasn't. It felt horrible killing him, but my body acted for me at the time. I was to upset to focus on my surroundings.
Now I'm here, sad and lonely.

I still had a few things I needed to load into my new house. I didn't have that much anyway. The house was a soft peach color with a grey trim. The door and floor was made from birch wood and the inner walls were smooth, painted with a bright white in every room. All I needed to do was unpack.

Box after box. Each filled with photos, clothing, adventures, and all the other necessities.

I began to open the last box. It was full of blankets and sheets. But, I caught I glimpse of something in the corner of my eye. A small piece of 'paper' near the side of the box, pushed back by a puffy blanket.

I slowly reached my hand over to it. Once I got my grip on it, I slipped it out, revealing a photograph. It was of me when I was younger, with Tord. We were playing in the snow. I gazed at it, picturing every moment. Tears stinging my eyes, my vision beginning to blurr. I couldn't stop them.

A sudden buzz came from my phone, it was a text from Edd.
Edd: hey, Tom. How's the unpacking going?
I wiped my tears from my cheeks and typed back,
Tom: I'm on the last box.
Edd: Good! You feeling all right? You haven't been really keeping in contact with us. I'm worried somethings happened to you.
Tom: I'm fine, Edd. Don't worry about me. I've just been busy and all.
Edd: Well, okay. But can we at least invite you over sometime. It'd be fun going back on our adventures.
Tom: Yeah, sure. I'm looking forward to it.
Edd: :D

I slipped my phone back into my pocket. I unpacked the rest of the box, then went straight to my room.
I didn't want them to see me like this, a lonely mess.

I pulled out my phone once again and browsed my contact list. I only had a few pizza place numbers and Edd and Matt's contacts. But then there was...Tord's.

Why did I still have it? What was our last messages? Did I even talk to him? Those questions filled my mind.
I went to our messages and only found one conversation left.
Tom: Hey, commie.
Tord: What do you want Tom?
Tom: How about next time, you keep your hentai in your room and not on the living room couch.
Tord: Tom, you better not have touched it or I swear I'm gonna kill you.
Tom: Oh, I didn't touch it. I grabbed a stick and burned it.
Tord: That's it, I'm killing you.
Tom: Go right ahead.
Tom: It's not like Edd won't hate you for it.
Tord: Your right. I would need to get rid of your body.
Tom: Ok um, how 'bout no.
Tord: ha, you think I'm gonna waste my time to kill you? Save it, Jehovah.
Tom: whatever, commie.
Tord: jeg elsker deg. Idiot.

Our conversation was stupid, honestly. I chuckled at some parts. And 'jeg elsker deg' I was too lazy to figure out what that ment then, but now, it wouldn't hurt to see.

I went too google translate and typed the exact message, jeg elsker deg.
I was shocked. It couldn't be. I love you. Those words hurt like a stake to the heart.

A sting was met with my eyes. The tears were returning. I wanted to avoid becoming a total mess again, so I clicked back onto his contact and clicked one little button. {CONTACT DELETED}

Gone forever, but the pain was still there. That conversation was still there, stained onto my mind like blood splashing on white clothing. I memorized every word. I felt something crawl down my skin. I placed my hand on my cheek. The wet salty substance was there. I let them fall.

He loved me.