#eduardoxlaurel

[kadiwright]

Sick Date

[cargoshortsenjoyer]

Eduardo and Laurel poem thing.

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I try to close my heavy eyes as the lightning booms around me. 

I toss and turn, but to no avail, for sleep has yet to find me.

I get up and walk around, maybe to warm some milk. 

I look outside and see Eduardo, walking without his ilk. 

I grit my teeth, thinking of him but then I start to notice, 

he stops and holds his head, looking rather hopeless.

I decide 

to walk outside

and see if I can help him.

But as I walk,

he starts to talk,

his voice turned very grim.

“I’ll never love again without her.” I see him cry once more.

“What happened to you?” I say, as he looks up from the picture he adores.

“What are you doing here, go! Get out you f*cking loser!”

“Who’s that?” I point to the picture that’s far from newer,

“It reminds me of Laurel, did you know her or something?”

“Of course I did! I loved her.” The memory causes slight blushing,

“She was amazing, a saint! And now I’ve f*cking lost her...” 

“Damn, man, that sucks.” I said to the non-Britisher,

“Hey, if the word Britisher means an person native to Britain, then a non-Britisher would mean the opposite, right?”

“...What?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m trying to get this whole conversation to rhyme in my head. It was a challenge I saw on Pinterest.”

“...Can’t you see I’m in a lot of pain?”

“Sorry, sorry. So, you lost you girlfriend?”

“Yeah...”

“Well...I know how bad that feels. Wanna come to my place? I’ll make some tea.”

“Edd, it’s 4 am.”

“And?”

“...Okay.”

As we’re walking, I put my arm around him.

“You’re not so bad a guy, Edd. Thanks.”

“Any time, ‘Duardy. Anytime.”