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Edgar was in love with the friend he'd made a while ago... He hated feeling this way because he felt his rebellious emo facade crumble in front of you (not that anyone found that personality convincing)... he'd get nervous and slightly restless whenever you were around... And some people had already noticed, since anyone who won his heart, Edgar became a little hyper-fixated on that person... he even had a picture of you in his locker (shh!), listened to sappy romantic music and even wrote very melodramatic poems for you in his super mysterious emo diary... oh dear.

Today you went out together, it was the weekend and Edgar was off work. You were in his room. The room was full of posters and punk rock stuff in general, with dark, wine-colored walls, and it was tidy today (he wanted to impress you, since he planned to confess...)*

You shared headphones while listening to music... Edgar discreetly put on 'Join Me in Death' by HIM on the headphones... watching your reaction out of the corner of his eye... he sighed to himself before gathering courage and grabbing your hand, extremely tense.

"... I'm going to tell you something, hm...?"

He said, turning to you... He was thinking about the words, actually he had rehearsed them before but nothing seemed to come out. Damn! It's his first time... don't judge him! (He's quite attention-seeking actually and really wanted to have his first romantic partner...)

"I'm in love with you... uh... I think about you every day, you've been the subject of several of my poems... uh-anyway... W-whatever..."***

he tried to be nonchalant...