Pretty Words
Edd was gently rubbing Ed's back, and the larger boy loved the feeling. "Now Ed, can't you tell me what's wrong" his friend cooed in a soft, delicate voice. Something about his friend, about how he cared comforted him. This feeling was welcomed, until the voice in the back started to talk. The voice, which was usually spurting out things like "Gravy" and "Buttered Toast", was telling him not to trust Edd. 'But Edd's good, Edd friend, Edd'll help' his thoughts battled the voice, but the voice fought back 'Eddy was your friend too, but he doesn't want you anymore'
"Dear, Ed, how long have you been crying- Your eyes are as red as blood" Edd's concerned voice pushed the stray voice to the back of his mind, but he could still hear it. Its evil echoes 'Don't listen, he's not your friend. There's no such thing as friendship, not for people like You. Friendship, love, all just pretty words.' Maybe it was telling the truth, people like him were weird. "Aaaaa" he gasped, drawing a raspy, almost breathless breath as Edd wiped the tears from his eyes. "Oh, sorry Ed. Did I hurt you?" Edd fidgeted as he waited for an answer, almost panicking. "No, you just scared me." Had that serious, almost smart voice come from Ed's mouth? Ed hadn't only surprised himself, but Edd stared in shock too. "E…Ed?" Edd seemed miniscule next to Ed, and his weak voice made him seem even more frail than usual.
Edd and Ed stayed like this for about an hour or two, sitting in silence as Edd comforted his friend. "Dear it's late, I should get going" Edd broke the silence. He slowly got up, not wanting to disturb his friend too much, but Ed grabbed his arm. It was a gentle, soft hold- something that seemed odd from the large boy. "Don't go. Please. Don't leave Ed. Lonely. Dark. Cold. Please. Stay. Sleepover!" Ed seemed to perk up at his own mention of a sleepover, and even more at Edd's subtle nod. Ed smiled, he knew how Edd hated it there, but he'd stay anyway. The voice had to be wrong- Edd was his friend. And Maybe…
Edd was gently rubbing Ed's back, and the larger boy loved the feeling. "Now Ed, can't you tell me what's wrong" his friend cooed in a soft, delicate voice. Something about his friend, about how he cared comforted him. This feeling was welcomed, until the voice in the back started to talk. The voice, which was usually spurting out things like "Gravy" and "Buttered Toast", was telling him not to trust Edd. 'But Edd's good, Edd friend, Edd'll help' his thoughts battled the voice, but the voice fought back 'Eddy was your friend too, but he doesn't want you anymore'
"Dear, Ed, how long have you been crying- Your eyes are as red as blood" Edd's concerned voice pushed the stray voice to the back of his mind, but he could still hear it. Its evil echoes 'Don't listen, he's not your friend. There's no such thing as friendship, not for people like You. Friendship, love, all just pretty words.' Maybe it was telling the truth, people like him were weird. "Aaaaa" he gasped, drawing a raspy, almost breathless breath as Edd wiped the tears from his eyes. "Oh, sorry Ed. Did I hurt you?" Edd fidgeted as he waited for an answer, almost panicking. "No, you just scared me." Had that serious, almost smart voice come from Ed's mouth? Ed hadn't only surprised himself, but Edd stared in shock too. "E…Ed?" Edd seemed miniscule next to Ed, and his weak voice made him seem even more frail than usual.
Edd and Ed stayed like this for about an hour or two, sitting in silence as Edd comforted his friend. "Dear it's late, I should get going" Edd broke the silence. He slowly got up, not wanting to disturb his friend too much, but Ed grabbed his arm. It was a gentle, soft hold- something that seemed odd from the large boy. "Don't go. Please. Don't leave Ed. Lonely. Dark. Cold. Please. Stay. Sleepover!" Ed seemed to perk up at his own mention of a sleepover, and even more at Edd's subtle nod. Ed smiled, he knew how Edd hated it there, but he'd stay anyway. The voice had to be wrong- Edd was his friend. And Maybe…