#e. evernever. threads.

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in the end, his mother had won. she had been the one to claim that he and evelyn wouldn’t last - right! - and that he would turn out to be exactly like her and his father - also right! .  he supposed that it was really up to your lineage in the end - whoever your parents had been, you couldn’t help up but being just like them. and now.. now there was miserable creature that would be born in a few months and would turn to be just like him. good god. the human race really shouldn’t be allowed to reproduce. in the end, the old hag had won and.. he didn’t know how to feel about that. mostly, he was miserable - he felt miserable both physically and mentally and had reverted back to his old habits, those of drinking until he’d passed out and smoking, something that was terribly bad for both his lungs and liver but.. who the hell cared, anyway? certainly not him.  he had taken a few days off class; mostly because he wasn’t  mentally ready to have to deal with teenagers again, considering everything, and spent most of his days at bottom’s up or even at one of the local pubs, as far away from the hospital as possible.

 still, the people that frequented the area were quite interesting. there were the ones who were as miserable as him, the ones who just brooded and drank alone, the ones who joined the larger groups and suddenly made friends. where did he fit? somewhere in the middle. he was just there to drink but the more he drank, the more he started to want to make conversation with the people that surrounded him and one day, he did. “people really shouldn’t be allowed to get married, you know? women are just waiting for the right opportunity to stab you in the back and children... well, children drive you mad before they’re even born! the human race shouldn’t even be allowed to reproduce, because we keep on repeating the failures of past generations. ridiculous, really.”  he said, to no one in particular as he drank the contents of the glass in one sip, before turning back to the waitress, asking for more.  

this was going to be a long week.

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       one would have thought that he would have been used to the town by now, but he wasn’t. always an adaptable man, edgar had found a job at the hospital - somewhere where he could also continue his work for the farm and be away from evelyn, but it still wasn’t enough. he had been avoiding her for more than a day now and this time.. she wouldn’t win him back. he’d make sure of it. it was for the best if he stayed away and.. besides, he didn’t belong here. not when he had been so close to making progress back in riverdale, when he almost had the town at his feet because he should have been there. distributing flyers through the school was even a more boring task but he had to remind himself that this was all for a good reason - to get him and this new farm back into the way they were, back in riverdale. he wanted to go back to riverdale, he didn’t belong here - the thought that he could have a family was nothing but an illusion and.. this was who he was. who he truly was. edgar evernever, leader of the farm. not a father, not a husband. just edgar. after that, he made his way to the coffee shop, noticing someone’s gaze on the flyers. “ want one? we’re hosting a meeting next week. lord knows homesick people need it more than anyone.” he was known around the school by now, enough that people might actually join. let them, he thought. they have no idea of what’s coming for them.

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so many possibilities. edgar was slowly, slowly starting to understand why he had been brought to this place. riverdale had been fun to explore and of course, his heart remained with evelyn and everyone who had been left behind, but he had raised his daughter well enough to know that she would take care of the farm, if the time came when he wasn’t around.  and everly.. well, everly was full of possibilities. as he sat in the library, book opened right in front of him - who knew, maybe he’d even be inspired enough to make a few alterations to his doctrine, edgar analyzed everyone who passed by him for a few seconds, before taking a sip out of his warm coffee. oh, yes, he was slowly starting to become more fond of this place as time passed. gaze falling on someone near him; someone who looked particularly distressed, edgar placed his chin against his hands. “memories can be painful, can’t they? but they don’t have to be. i know all about being homesick, but if you ask me, this place has too much to offer. we shouldn’t spend time mourning what was and what could have been.” this was his way, always had been his way. get closed to people, gain their trust and then, place them in his side permanently, hence why he was enjoying this place so much already.  the farm was about to grow.

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he couldn’t believe this day was finally here. edgar had been marking the day off his calendar for weeks now and.. it was here. and now, he was ten minutes late. how had this happened? he rushed through the corridors, quickly apologizing as he pushed people aside, running out of breath. he had to get to.. what would she think if he wasn’t there in time? that he had given up? that he didn’t care? he did. he might have spent the entire day completely nervous but.. he did.  he had never cared about anything more than he cared about his wife, more than he cared about their child. he just hoped he would get there in time to not miss this moment.  he couldn’t believe that time had passed by so quickly at the hospital and as soon as he had been able to get to his phone, he noticed he was already late.  thankfully, it wasn’t very long from the place where he worked to where evelyn would have the appointment and he made it there in a few minutes, smiling from ear to ear as he saw her.  he felt like he had just ran for three miles or even more, when in truth it had only been a few corridors - but it was probably just the nerves, who got even more excited at the sight of her.  “ev! thank god you’re still here, i didn’t want to miss this for the world, i got caught up in the hospital and i lost track of time and- i’m so sorry.” he stopped himself, pressing his lips to her own. he tried to lose himself in her as he always did - tried to forget everything, especially the nervous pit that had settled at the bottom of his stomach, but.. this time, it wasn’t possible.  he pulled away, smiling at her, trying to hide how nervous he was. “so sorry i’m late, honey.”  

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       he felt twenty again, almost running through campus to get home to his wife.  somehow, edgar didn’t believe he could get any happier than he already was - after all, evelyn was here. she remembered him, she loved him and after everything that had happened at the wedding, they couldn’t be better. she hadn’t brought the baby thing up again, which he was incredibly grateful for - he knew she would, eventually, but.. until she did, they could be at peace. opening the door to her apartment, edgar hide the flowers he had bought for her behind his back, throwing his coat and bag into the couch. “honey, i’m home!” he called out, the grin never leaving his lips as he looked around for the familiar red hair of the woman he loved, without  any success. “ev? are you here?” he called out, suddenly getting worried.    he passed by her classroom earlier and she had already left, which was extremely weird, because surely she’d wait to have lunch with him, right? what.. what if she had been sent back to riverdale, while he remained here? what if the police had gotten to her and she had taken the fault for everything, to keep him safe? no, no, that could happen. “evelyn!” he called out again, moving through the divisions of the apartment, looking for her.  

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                 he missed the farm. above all, he missed being in charge - having his every wish fulfilled could do certain things to a man’s head, especially after having it done for so many years. but most of all, he missed how everything seemed to go his way back then, when in here.. well, he couldn’t say the same. it was not even 9 am and he already had a ruined shirt, a wasted cup of coffee and surely had gotten a few laughs out of the teens that had been passing through him in the hallway. not that he cared, though. opening the door to an empty classroom, edgar removed his shirt and after examining it for a few seconds, decided he surely couldn’t go into class with that.  thankfully, he always carried a spare white t-shirt on his bag - who knew what could happen, right? he was about to reach into his bag for it when the door opened behind him suddenly, making him turn around, raising an eyebrow at the person. “my apologies, i really did think the classroom would be unoccupied for the next hour or so. had a little coffee accident this morning and.. i couldn’t possibly go back to change and be here in time for the next class.” not to mention he was shirtless, his ruined red shirt laying on the ground. just his luck.  throwing the white shirt on, edgar turned to the other person, offering them a small smile. it was a good thing he could always get what he wanted out of people, especially in such a situation. “i’ll be on my way, if you want to use the classroom.”

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“most couples make me want to throw up. i mean, if you’re going to have a make-out session, do it somewhere private - not in the middle of the bonfire, for god’s sake. “ edgar was already drunk and it wasn’t even half way through, but.. he had to admit it, the bonfire was quite a nice distraction from everything that had happened between evelyn and him.   edgar sighed quietly to himself,   before turning around to look at the person sitting near him. it was just disgusting – the way people surrounded to each other.. not knowing about the heartbreak. not knowing about the fact that sooner or later, they would get their heart broken and be abandoned, just.. just like he had been.   It was what always happened.. that much would never change. picking up a beer, he took a sip right out of it, before realizing the other person was much, much closer than they should have been. “can i help you?”

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         in the middle of teenagers, he felt lost. not that he’d ever show it, edgar was much used to dealing with teenagers around the farm, but he wasn’t used to actually being responsible for them.  evelyn took care of herself very well, hence why he was so proud of her and he didn’t need to worry about her very often, leaving him much more time to focus on the matters of the farm. but in here, it was different. he wasn’t leading, no, he was just another teacher and above all, that was what was annoying him the most. in his hands was a book that he had been lucky enough to bring with him from the farm - not because it was particularly important, no - he had read it a thousand times, but.. inside, there was a picture of his wife and daughter, one that he found himself taking out more often than he should. saving it inside the book again as he heard footsteps approaching him, edgar looked up, frowning slightly.  “can i help you? or if you’re just looking for a place to get away from all the noise, i don’t mind some company. peace and silence are often necessary to organize your thoughts but some company is good too.”