His hand held the picture tightly, and his shoulders began to shake. This was the end? That was it? No more randomness, no more bacon-cola, no more broken mirrors, no more Susan or Steve, no more Matt x Matt fanfiction, no more time-travel, no more kitten shopping, no more intergalactic trips, no more junk sales, no more Zombie Pirates from Hell, no more flashbacks, no more ASDF land trips, no more anything.
He was sorry for not caring more, he was sorry for everything he had failed to accomplish. Everything had fallen out of place, and he had no idea what to do. He was suddenly crying again, tears running like a waterfall from the bottom of his heart. What had he done? Only lost all his friends, and made everyone think he was a pitiful whelp of a person.
Paul and Patryk didn't enjoy his company any longer, he broke down too much. He was always crying, he was always miserable, and even he couldn't figure out why. His hands found either side of his head, and he rocked back and forth.
He sat in his room most of the time, seeing as it was soundproof, and notably more spacious then the rest of the place. What was he supposed to do? Spout his feeling to a therapist as if he were a brainless nobody? Who was he expected to be after all that he had done?
"Hey, Tord?" Patryk looked wide-eyed at him from the now light filled doorway. "Are you okay?" The brunette knew he wasn't, but it was the most polite thing that he could think to say.
Tord didn't even look up. Was he okay? He couldn't be sure. His hands shook, and he mentally debated whether or not to yell at them for disturbing him, their leader. Could he continue to be their leader after all of this? Whether or not he was strong enough at the time, was undecided by him.
"Am I okay?" His tears ran harder, and wrinkles appeared where his hands clenched the photograph.
The smiling faces of Edd, and Matt, and Tom... They were too much, too perfect, too great for someone like him. He moved his finger off of the last figures face. Red hoodie and all, Tord smiled gloriously at the camera. His arm was around Edd, and the laughter coming from the male was the best sound he had ever heard.
Conflicts and all, Edd's little world had been great, and Tord had been a part of it.
For years they had lived in that house. They made it into a place separate from rest of the planet. They're adventures coated the walls, their minds were overflowing with tales for each and every one.
"Am I okay?" He paused, only for a moment. His shoulders shaking, and the picture floating to the floor. "No."