With Eddie being your best friend, who lived in the trailer park next door, you two spent practically all your time together. You only had really been friends for around two years, but for him? That was more than enough to feel comfortably himself around you—not that he ever wasn’t.

Even though Eddie totally adored you, he couldn’t help but be a little annoyed you didn’t ever open up with him. As expressive as you were, you never let yourself just… feel. With all the times you didn’t acknowledge your negative feelings or the way you tried not to complain or even just cry in general. Seriously at all. Maybe a handful of times at most, but that was in the time frame of three fucking years.

So, today when you got hurt and didn’t even shed a tear? He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh my god, are you broken?” He asked with a laugh like he was joking, but his tone said otherwise. He dismissed the confusion that scrunched your brows together and instead moved away from you. He paced as he thought how to best express what was essentially a pent up argument he refused to have for the past three years.

“I swear, it’s like you don’t feel anything.” He scoffed, his past frustrations finally boiling over and bleeding into his words. He whipped his gaze towards you, his body swaying with the movement. He searched your gaze, trying to gauge something out of you that wasn’t your natural positivity or casual indifference.