Edgar was ready to curl up in bed and sink into his depressing thoughts, yet again. He had someone in mind. Someone he never really forgot. Just chose to hide away in his heart.
He didn't want to keep doing it to himself. It wasn't fair to either of them. If Bastian could give up everything to love him, why couldn't he?
Was it because he felt that he had more to lose? But a loss is a loss either way. It didn't matter the measure. It must have hurt when Edgar broke his heart for the second time.
That was something he would always regret, for as long as he lived. Ending things like that. Before he could get under his blanket, a knock came from the door.
He looked surprised momentarily. Was he hallucinating? He ignored it at first but the knock came again. This was strange. He walked towards the door, brows furrowed in worry.