Well, what do you know. First thing ever uploaded on 2015.
I know, I should've been more active on here, but I've been thinking about a few things concerning this account and I'll possibly announce it on my profile sometime sooner or later.
But that's for another time.
Right now I want to focus on this: my Edd Day tribute.
It's been three years since Edd passed away and two years since I discovered the show. I've you've stalked my deviantArt, you'll be able to see for yourself on how Edd has changed my life.
God…I don't know what else to say. I'll leave it to you to read, I guess. I don't own anything but the plot. Don't forget to leave a review.
Until today, I never actually realised how much I loved the green around me.
The trees, the grass and the rolling hills so peaceful and lazy.
Today's peaceful indeed. Lazy? If only.
The bright red of the cola can nearly hurts my eyes as I stare at it after enjoying the green around me, but I don't care. I shiver as I place the cola down near the dark green-greyish stone, but there is no breeze. The goosebumps on my arms tingle a little, but I rub the sleeves of the hoodie I'm wearing on them to shut them up.
His hoodie.
Mine now. He gave his spare one to me a long while ago. I was around 14 or 13 at the time and it was more than a few sizes too big, but I didn't care.
Now? I've grown heaps, but it's still three sizes too large. As I said, I don't care.
The Emerald green wool of my sleeves silences the tingling of the goosebumps on my arms, but the subtle sensation is still there. I think I'm being watched, but I remind myself that I'm alone. However, the feeling creeps on me, releasing shivers up and down my spine.
They stop when I sit down, leaning my back on the cool stone. I then close my eyelids. In my mind, my eyelids feel closed, but I still see everything clear as crystal.
As I turn my head to mentally see the view through my eyelids, everything is the same as I've seen it with my eyelids open, but there's one major detail that I didn't see before.
Him.
He's smiling as he notices the cola before picking it up and taking a long large gulp out of it.
It's that moment when I fall in love with green again. The green of his hoodie. The green of the ink from the sketches that are in his other hand. The green of the converse he has on his feet.
He smiles again when he sees me, and I can feel the light touch of his skin on mine as he moves a wisp of hair behind my ear.
But I make the mistake of opening my eyelids, he's gone.
As I stand up and stretch, I realise: the wisp of hair is still behind my ear. Looking down, the cola can has been opened. Noticing the light weight of the can as I hold it tells me that it's completely empty, fully drunken out from.
I place the can back to the ground and smile as I leave the area and look back to see him staring at the stone. My eyelids are open and I know he's smiling.
He knows and still cares about all of us.
Just as I do for him, too.