(Just to clarify before we get into this, this story is not tomedd. Please don't expect anything happy from this one sided ship)
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There's something so satisfying and yet so calming about watching the early winter snow. The way it falls down into soft, perfect clumps and sparkles crystalline in the bright day light. As I watch snow pelts cascade down the window, I'm in a better place. It's easy to drown out the speech around me. Closing my eyes, I imagine somewhere, someplace far away from here. My mind is filled with images of glowing stars in the night sky and a field of flowers. This is something I've been practicing in the last few weeks. Calming down. Everything is so overwhelming and hard to deal with here. I want to go home.

But do I even have a home anymore? It's been a long time since I was brought here. Or maybe it hasn't. I can't tell. Every minute feels like a year in itself. I wonder if I ever came back, would the land lord be angry because I hadn't payed rent? I hope Tom did that week when I was first gone. Heh, Tom. I didn't think it was possible to get lost in the sockets of someone with no eyes. Some people might find the darkness within them daunting, but it relaxes me. They are simplistic. There aren't graphs and charts to depict corneas or retinas in them. It's just one color, or shade to be specific, yet it means so much to me.

I turn my head slightly to observe the people in my room. A man with bushy eyebrows and scruffy chocolate colored hair stood with a slouch. His uniform signified his allegiance to the army, completed with an upside down name tag. The other male had a slightly lighter brown, immaculately cared for mop of hair. The uniform he wore didn't contain a single wrinkle and displayed the name 'Pat' proudly. They were speaking in another language, hardly acknowledging my presence. I was fine with that. Being invisible meant being able to do as you pleased. Speaking of that, I pulled out my notepad and pen from under my pillow, sinking farther into the cotton medical ward sheets. I flipped to the next open page and began to draft again.

Hello Thomas.

No. That made it sound too formal. I wanted to get my point across without coming off too desperate or like a push over.

H̶e̶l̶l̶o̶ ̶T̶h̶o̶m̶a̶s̶ ̶
Hi Tom!

Now I sound like a little kid. I mean, for the nostalgia factor, that could work. But not exactly the tone I wanted. I needed it to seemed more relaxed, more eased.

H̶e̶l̶l̶o̶ ̶T̶h̶o̶m̶a̶s̶ ̶
H̶i̶ ̶T̶o̶m̶!̶
Heyyy Tom

That's it. I give up. This letter is never going to get to him. Every time I try to express these emotions in words, my mind is a mess. It's impossible to think straight. Every decent thought I have gets thrown into the back of the cluttered mess I call a brain. All I can do is close my eyes and picture his beautiful smile. Tom hardly ever smiled, and that was a fact. But when he did, the corners of his mount upturned into a cheeky grin. It was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. Sometimes, when I told a particularly funny joke, he would start to smile and then giggle uncontrollably. Tom hates his laugh, so he'd always cover his mouth. I wish he didn't. It was like beautiful music in my ears. Everything that the small male did made my heart flutter. Maybe if I wasn't kidnapped and programmed, we could of had something. Maybe if I wasn't lying here with one leg and a pitiful expression, he would want me.

I noticed the uniformed males had stopped speaking, and now turned to face me. I hugged my notepad close to my chest, feeling my heart race with their confident stare. Pat raised some sort of digital clip board in my direction,

"Edd Golden right?" He asked while pointing to my bolded name. All I could do was nod, a lump forming in the back of my throat. He lowered the board down and recited information from it,

"Male, arrived here 5 weeks ago. Shot in the right leg which needed to be amputated. Is this all correct?"

I swallowed, trying to find my voice, "Y-yes sir."

"We need to test a prototype for your robotic leg. It should take about 5 minutes." The other man grabbed some sort of metal brief case, resting it on the bed near my legs.

He made quick work of pulling away the sheets, leaving the stump which once was my leg completely exposed. This was the first time I had really seen it. I couldn't move. Shock filled my entire body well the reality of the situation set in. The man seemed emotionless while he opened the brief case. I saw also for the first time my new leg. It was completely sliver with a red button near the knee cap. He moved the leg back and forth in his hand a few times before shoving it on what's left of my leg with no warning. I whimpered at the cold metals touch but felt no pain,

"Take a step." The gruff voice commanded. Knowing that I hadn't done this in a matter of weeks, I began to shake. I slid to the edge of the bed, attempting to support myself by holding the headboard. I nearly fell serval times, but decided to take a simple step forward. It took a great deal of effort, but I managed to do it. The man sighed and told me to sit back down. He took the leg off me and put it away, getting ready to leave with his partner.

"We will be coming back over the next few days to help you get adjusted. This was more of a test to see if it would slip off you." I nodded, still feeling rather awkward and confused.

I watched the door swing open and felt a grin immediately when the person behind it was Tom. Just who I wanted to see. He looked like was bursting to tell me something. But I noticed something. He was wearing Tord's old red hoodie with pink dusting his cheeks. My heart literally dropped in my chest. All my hopes and dreams were crushed in a matter of seconds. Part of me wanted to believe it wasn't what I thought it was. But it had to be. Tom waved to the men who tested me and sat down on the end of my bed. His mouth was moving but I couldn't find it in me to pay attention. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

"Edd? Eddd? Are you listening?" He spoke with impatience. I didn't respond.

"Earth to Edd, do you copy?" Tom poked me lightly in the shoulder, trying to get my attention. I tried my best to give him a smile and a nod.

"You're never gonna believe the kind of afternoon I had."