OC belongs to my cousin, ShippingStartsLives.

Her appearance, but with ginger hair and blue eyes.

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Tom, Edd, Matt, and Emma were just helping each other move into their new apartments because someone blew up their old home. After a couple hours, they managed to separate all their belongings and put them into the correct dwellings. The four then decide to take a break and watch a movie. 'Return to the Insane Zombie Pirates from Hell 5' is put into the disc player and a bowl of popcorn is set as the friends settle in.

Just as the movie is reaching its climax, a knock sounds at the front door. The guys groan in unison as Emma rolls her eyes and answers the door. Outside stands two men in army uniforms. One is short and has scruffy dark brown hair, a small stubble, bandages covering his right eye, and bushy eyebrows while the other is slightly taller with long lighter brown hair. Both look like they've been crying.

"Uh, may I help you?" Emma asks, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in curiosity.

The taller man takes a shaky breath to speak, but the shorter one gently sets his hand on the other's shoulder with a sad smile.

"Yes. Are you Emma Burrows?" He asks, his voice not sounding nearly as gruff as Emma had expected it to.

She hesitantly nods.

"Perfect. Are Edward Gold, Thomas Thompson, and Matthew Burrows around by chance?"

"Yeah, they're right inside. You can, uh, come in, I guess."

Emma opens the door wider and the two males step inside. Edd sends her a look that asks her 'What the heck is happening' to which she shrugs.

"You don't know us, but we were... Close... to a friend of yours named Tord Larssin." The taller one finally speaks, feeling an awkward (and possibly hostile) tension growing.

Tom scoffs loudlg, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"We don't talk about him. He tried to kill us all!" The blank eyed male exclaims, throwing his hands in the air in annoyance.

"Oh, you won't have to worry about that anymore. He's dead." The shorter one huffs, clearly agitated by Tom's hatred.

A shocked silence quickly falls over the room. Emma feels tears prick at the edges of her eyes. A quick glance around the room tells her she isn't alone in her need to cry.

"H-How did he die?" Emma asks, a hunch already forming in her gut.

"Blood loss due to a harpoon straight through his abdomen."

Bile begins to rises up Emma's throat. She slowly turns her head to see that Tom has already made the connection based off of the horror stricken expression on his face.

"Well, we're sorry to have bothered you all, but it was Tord's last wish to tell you all his final feelings about you all." The short male pulls a small paper from his pocket and begins to read from it.

"To Edward Gold. 'Edd, you were my very best friend and I hope that you'll find it in your heart to forgive me for all that I've done to you.'"

A soft smile twitches at the ends of Edd's mouth. He already forgave him.

"To Matthew Burrows. 'Matt, I hope you know that I'm sorry I punched you in the face. It was one of my favorite things to look at.'"

Matt's hand reaches up and gently probes the bruise on his eye and sniffles. He must maintain his good looks, not just for himself, but now for Tord as well.

"To Thomas Thompson. 'Oh, Thomas, I never liked you all to much when you were sober, but let's just say you were a damn good when you were drunk.'"

Tom's face heats up with an embarrassed flush. What the hell had drunk him done with Tord?!

"To Emma Burrows. 'Emma, I think--' Actually, perhaps I shouldn't this out loud." The shorter man hands the paper over to Emma and her blue eyes begin to scan over the words.

Emma, I think you are the greatest thing to have ever existed on the face of this Earth. Maybe in another life, this would have worked, but obviously not this one. It was the day I came back that I realized that my feelings for you weren't the same friendly ones I felt for Edd or Matt. It seemed that everyday I was gone, you only got more beautiful. I love you and I'm sorry.

Emma's heart drops. It's almost like the world around her goes into hyperdrive. One moment she's standing up, staring at the paper, and the next she's collapsed on the armchair behind her, tears falling from her eyes with sign of stopping.

He loved her.

And she loved him back.