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the match had ended after wu chang surrendered, unable to deal with edgar’s fuming and unable to subsequently remove the man from you. you remember the flash of light as your body transcended space and time to bring you back to the manor that imprisoned you, the spit and muck lost to the space-time continuum.
the moment you gained consciousness, you bolted to the lobby and then your room before anyone else could, tears budding at your eyes. why did it have to be like this? all you wanted was to take edgar on a sweet date and… he’d rejected it in the worst way possible.
your mind fluttered back to the feeling of his braces, his canines, every bony fucked up inch of his mouth and how he’d loved it. you had never seen him that delighted in your life, and a fuzzy feeling crept up your spine and into your brain. once you entered your room, you slammed the door shut behind you and locked it. you threw yourself onto your bed that was overdue for a change and buried your face into your pillow, stifling your sobs.
why? why?
why did it have to be like this?
he had looked so cruel in how he lumbered over you with his fuming rage, but it was endearing. edgar was just being his true self unfiltered, and every moment you spent with him felt like an episode of 90 day fiance. it was joy in the purest sense to know him for who he was: a painter who really doesn’t like people and was cursed with the worst mouth known to man, but deep inside was an explosion of colors painting his once bleak canvas. you wanted to add more to that picture, and you wished one addition would be you. you wished he’d stay after the 90 days and marry you right then and there.
but he wouldn’t.
the truth hits you hard like a train when it comes, and the train tries to brake, but it takes a mile to come to a full stop. you wished you could derail that train and throw it into the ocean and kiss your dearest edgar. but you couldn’t.
you just couldn’t.
a soft knock at your door freed you momentarily from your despair and you wondered who it could be. a little light pried free from the darkness at the thought it could be edgar, but you knew that to not be true. you tested your luck and slowly turned the knob to see white guard standing in the hallway, his gaze solemn, worrisome.
“are you alright?” he asked. you stepped away from the door and allowed him entry.
“i-i mean…” you took solace on your bed, burying your face into your hands. thin arms dragged you to an embrace and you stifled a sob. “as long as he’s happy, right?”
he murmured something you didn’t catch, that maybe he didn’t mean for you to hear or understand. but the words he did want you to know slipped out as easily as a leaf in a breeze. “but you should consider your own happiness. we do not know him as you do, although we are aware of the bond you share that runs deep.”
you buried your face into the man’s chest and he rubbed reassuring circles into your back. god, you hadn’t been friends with the two before, but maybe it’d be worth it. no, it’d definitely be a good friendship. you could ache and pine for edgar all you want… but friends stick around the longest…