It was a late, horrible night.

Usually you'd come over to the area where everyone would go to, to praise your lover.

Who was a god of beauty.

Mostly an admired one.

You walked there alone, with the streets filled with silence and some wind blowing against your messy hair.

Then, there he was. Edgar.

“What brings you here, my darling?“

A soft, yet echo-ish voice so suddenly spoke.

He didn't care for the others praises, only yours.