Ed's eyes widened as the anger continued to build up in his chest. His hands were clenched in tight fists and beginning to tremble from the effort of holding back.
The anger suddenly dropped off and was replaced by guilt when the friend's death was mentioned. He even took a step back and hung his head.
But it didn't last long. As he processed everything, the anger came bubbling back. Ed was more familiar with loss than he had ever wanted to be, and knowing that someone close to this other Ed had just died had brought up painful memories. His mother, Nina, Hughes. Loss hadn't gotten any easier to deal with, and he had fallen in a rut each time.
But he had never gotten so low as to become self-destructive. Determined to stay on his high horse, he raised his head again and glared down at the asshole who shared his face. "And I'm sure this is exactly how they'd want you to honor their memory."
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The anger suddenly dropped off and was replaced by guilt when the friend's death was mentioned. He even took a step back and hung his head.
But it didn't last long. As he processed everything, the anger came bubbling back. Ed was more familiar with loss than he had ever wanted to be, and knowing that someone close to this other Ed had just died had brought up painful memories. His mother, Nina, Hughes. Loss hadn't gotten any easier to deal with, and he had fallen in a rut each time.
But he had never gotten so low as to become self-destructive. Determined to stay on his high horse, he raised his head again and glared down at the asshole who shared his face. "And I'm sure this is exactly how they'd want you to honor their memory."