In Times of Need
By: Olivia
I wrap my arms tighter around Ed as he sobs harder into my shoulder.
I've been hovering around him for days, waiting, waiting for him to break, to let me in to comfort him.
"It's going to be okay, Ed. It's going to be okay." I whisper as I rub my hands on his back trying to calm him, trying to reassure him, that this too shall pass when the truth is I know it won't for a long, long time.
My heart bleeds to see him like this. I have never seen him so broken before, so shattered. He had always seemed so strong to me, a fighter. So if this frightens and overwhelms me I can only imagine what it must be doing to Ed. I'm afraid he might never recover. If only I could take some of his pain away.
I have to admit, at least to myself anyway, that I was jealous of his fiancée. None of these tears he sheds are for me and that is how it should be. I am sorry that his finacee was killed. The truth is I didn't know her very well. I never took the time to try to get to know her. But I'm sure the last person she would ever want to know is her finacee's ex. Still I hope she was a wonderful person because Ed deserves the best.
My own feelings for Ed are so mixed up and complicated that I almost wish there was someone else here right now who could be his shoulder to cry on beside me, some disinterested party. I want to ease his pain but at the same time I can't help wondering if things had gone differently between him and I that I could have been the next Mrs. Ed Danvers.
Ed's sobbing is slowly dying away. He wipes the few remaining tears and he gently releases me from his grasp. He's looking at me, as if he hasn't seen me in a long time. His eyes speak volumes of sadness and regret. I haven't seen his eyes look this sad since I broke up with him a few years back. We had been all wrong for each other right from the start. It was a love borne out of our being on the same side of the law. I caught the criminals that he put away. I've always admired him-his spirit, his fire. He's a fighter. He hated to see a guilty man go free as much as I did. We loved our jobs as much as we loved each other. Our love should have been enough, but I feared commitment. I panicked when Ed got to close and I pushed him away. I've missed him.
"Thank you, Kay," says Ed softly, but with conviction.
I try to smile at him. I put my hand on his arm. "Anything I can do for you, Ed...." I let my sentence trail off. I don't know what to say. Just with a look and a few simple words he has me tongue-tied. I think he senses the love I feel toward him, senses that I have always been there for him, even when we haven't been together.
He's still looking at me and I look into his eyes. I see my own feelings are echoed back. "You've always been my best friend, Kay Howard."
My heart melts, which it hasn't done in a very long time. "You're my best friend too, Ed."
The End
By: Olivia
I wrap my arms tighter around Ed as he sobs harder into my shoulder.
I've been hovering around him for days, waiting, waiting for him to break, to let me in to comfort him.
"It's going to be okay, Ed. It's going to be okay." I whisper as I rub my hands on his back trying to calm him, trying to reassure him, that this too shall pass when the truth is I know it won't for a long, long time.
My heart bleeds to see him like this. I have never seen him so broken before, so shattered. He had always seemed so strong to me, a fighter. So if this frightens and overwhelms me I can only imagine what it must be doing to Ed. I'm afraid he might never recover. If only I could take some of his pain away.
I have to admit, at least to myself anyway, that I was jealous of his fiancée. None of these tears he sheds are for me and that is how it should be. I am sorry that his finacee was killed. The truth is I didn't know her very well. I never took the time to try to get to know her. But I'm sure the last person she would ever want to know is her finacee's ex. Still I hope she was a wonderful person because Ed deserves the best.
My own feelings for Ed are so mixed up and complicated that I almost wish there was someone else here right now who could be his shoulder to cry on beside me, some disinterested party. I want to ease his pain but at the same time I can't help wondering if things had gone differently between him and I that I could have been the next Mrs. Ed Danvers.
Ed's sobbing is slowly dying away. He wipes the few remaining tears and he gently releases me from his grasp. He's looking at me, as if he hasn't seen me in a long time. His eyes speak volumes of sadness and regret. I haven't seen his eyes look this sad since I broke up with him a few years back. We had been all wrong for each other right from the start. It was a love borne out of our being on the same side of the law. I caught the criminals that he put away. I've always admired him-his spirit, his fire. He's a fighter. He hated to see a guilty man go free as much as I did. We loved our jobs as much as we loved each other. Our love should have been enough, but I feared commitment. I panicked when Ed got to close and I pushed him away. I've missed him.
"Thank you, Kay," says Ed softly, but with conviction.
I try to smile at him. I put my hand on his arm. "Anything I can do for you, Ed...." I let my sentence trail off. I don't know what to say. Just with a look and a few simple words he has me tongue-tied. I think he senses the love I feel toward him, senses that I have always been there for him, even when we haven't been together.
He's still looking at me and I look into his eyes. I see my own feelings are echoed back. "You've always been my best friend, Kay Howard."
My heart melts, which it hasn't done in a very long time. "You're my best friend too, Ed."
The End