Eddie paced a lot when he was anxious. Eddie paced a lot when he rehearsed a speech. Eddie paced a lot when he talked on the telephone. Eddie paced a lot when he started thinking. Eddie especially paced a lot when he was thinking about the fact that the love of his life was getting married. Eddie paced a lot these days. Today, Eddie paced back and forth in the hallway upstairs outside her bedroom. Deborah, Dee, was the most important person in his life. Ed-Dee, was a thing that last 13 months, but after three years he could no longer focus on his joy to see Dee marry the man that she loves. All that he could focus on was how it should have ended two years ago. After Dee left him in order to pursue William, he was there for her. Eddie was a good friend, a good person, and was good to Dee. But, deep inside, he could never let go this aching feeling that they were meant to be together. It haunted him since they told him they were getting married. So now he paced while stroking his beard, in a tux that was too big after he lost all appetite for food, but gained a voracious appetite for gin and weed. He had drank a 'twixer' and had an ounce before he could get the courage to paced in front of her door. He suddenly stopped, turned his partly whilst raising his fist to knock on the door when it opened.
There stood Deborah dressed in her pyjamas, and William peering from the bed beyond. Eddie looked at her like a deer in headlights as she recoiled in disgust. "Geeze Ed, did you drink a gin factory then smoked an acre? You reek. What are you doing dressed up, the wedding's not for eight hours..." Ed had moments he loathed, where his mouth would begin to speak without the brain's permission or filtering. He tried to avoid them, but could never truly anticipate their arrival. Today he noticed, felt his lips move and throat hum. "I...have...always...loved...you..." The look on her face turned from playfulness to confusion. "What?" she stuttered before finding herself "What did you just say? What did you just say to me, the morning of my wedding, in front of my husband-to-be, whose best man and best friend you are supposed to be?" Now that his mouth began this trouble, his heart took over and unleashed years of quiet suffering. "Best friend? Best fucking friend? Best god-damned mother-fucking friends don't go and fucking seduce the love of their best friends' lives!" He clenched his hands in front of his chest and closed his eyes. Meanwhile, Will had come over by the door. William was a massive man, an ex high school and college rugby star turned IT analyst. Deborah placed her hand on her fiancé's bare hairy chest and held him back. She moved forward and closed the door behind her. Having turned her back on him, Eddie continued his original sentiment, tears gently caressing the edge of his eyes. "For the first year and a half, almost every week you would come to me in tears because he couldn't stop hurting you." She sighed then spoke, still facing the door. "I can't do this anymore, I can't. I can't watch you slowly kill yourself, I can't listen to another long speech about how we're meant to be together, Freya whispered it to you in a dream, I just can't!" He slumped his shoulders and pouted, tears now flowing freely and escaping the prison of his tear ducts down his cheeks and onto the ground. "Vision." he mumbled. She let out a 'what?' as she spun to face him. "A vision. I was meditating and Freya told me that she had important plans for us." Deborah clenched her teeth and her fist tightly. Her words seething out. "Get out, never come back. I never want to see you, never want to speak to you. I hope you run out and get hit by a car you selfish inconsiderate asshole." Wounded, he clung his chest. He quietly turned around and calmly did as he was told, and left them.
When he left that house, he ran. When it began to rain cold spring rain, he stopped. He let the cold morning spring rain drench him. He began to shiver, but never moved. When the speeding car screeched, he never moved. But, when it collided, he flew. He felt himself fly high into the sky, and when he fell back down, six months had passed.
When Eddie awoke, his eyes fluttered open and the first thing his eyes saw in six months was friendly nurse busy cleaning him. She jumped when she saw him stare at her. His needle-pin irises focusing on her. She left and got the doctor who looked him over and a few days later he had left the hospital.
When Eddie got to his parents lovely town house, he was intrigued to hear that the man who had hit him was a senator who was on his way home from his stripper-mistress' place. He was driving recklessly, was drunk and had quite a bit of cocaine in his system. He gave land he acquired illegally and millions of dollars to quiet them up. Eddie's parents were smart and kind and gave everything to their son who recently found himself alone and with nothing. His drinking had cost him his desk job, and he had forgot to pay last three months of rent for his two bedroom apartment. The only thing left was his cat Beowulf. He told his parents that he will be living there, in the brush and he didn't want to be disturbed. He had to build his fortress dedicated to Freya, so he can save as many people as possible when Ragnarok comes. He quickly left, with Beowulf, and never came back after he had built the temporary shack. When Dee and Will got back from their honeymoon, which they had postponed after hearing news of the accident in order to be by his side, they visited him on his new construction project. When they drove up all there was was a small shack, a gazebo-tent, table, barbecue, and three faceless wooden statues next to the chainsaw. Ed just stood there, facing the statues, mumbling. When they got close to him they could hear his words. "Her face, why can't I remember face? She has the most beautiful face. Why can I not remeber?" Deborah gently extended her arm and placed it on his shoulder. His shoulder was bony, sickly, and when he turned around his head was shaved and his beard was scraggly. He looked at her pained expression and smiled. "That's it! That's her face" then he jumped into her arms and hugged her now larger frame than his.
When they left the mad man in the woods, she and William cried for their lost friend.
When he left that house, he ran. When it began to rain cold spring rain, he stopped. He let the cold morning spring rain drench him. He began to shiver, but never moved. When the speeding car screeched, he never moved. But, when it collided, he flew. He felt himself fly high into the sky, and when he fell back down, six months had passed.
When Eddie awoke, his eyes fluttered open and the first thing his eyes saw in six months was friendly nurse busy cleaning him. She jumped when she saw him stare at her. His needle-pin irises focusing on her. She left and got the doctor who looked him over and a few days later he had left the hospital.
When Eddie got to his parents lovely town house, he was intrigued to hear that the man who had hit him was a senator who was on his way home from his stripper-mistress' place. He was driving recklessly, was drunk and had quite a bit of cocaine in his system. He gave land he acquired illegally and millions of dollars to quiet them up. Eddie's parents were smart and kind and gave everything to their son who recently found himself alone and with nothing. His drinking had cost him his desk job, and he had forgot to pay last three months of rent for his two bedroom apartment. The only thing left was his cat Beowulf. He told his parents that he will be living there, in the brush and he didn't want to be disturbed. He had to build his fortress dedicated to Freya, so he can save as many people as possible when Ragnarok comes. He quickly left, with Beowulf, and never came back after he had built the temporary shack. When Dee and Will got back from their honeymoon, which they had postponed after hearing news of the accident in order to be by his side, they visited him on his new construction project. When they drove up all there was was a small shack, a gazebo-tent, table, barbecue, and three faceless wooden statues next to the chainsaw. Ed just stood there, facing the statues, mumbling. When they got close to him they could hear his words. "Her face, why can't I remember face? She has the most beautiful face. Why can I not remeber?" Deborah gently extended her arm and placed it on his shoulder. His shoulder was bony, sickly, and when he turned around his head was shaved and his beard was scraggly. He looked at her pained expression and smiled. "That's it! That's her face" then he jumped into her arms and hugged her now larger frame than his.
When they left the mad man in the woods, she and William cried for their lost friend.
