(I will not specify that Iceberg is dead in this one, You can be Iceberg if you wanna!)

Lonely nights and lonely days. Nothing ever heals this pain.

As Charles Gears seated himself on the edge of the rooftop, The elder male would sigh, Opening his book and beginning to read

Sure, Gears was known for enjoying a solitary life, And often acted emotionless, But nowadays, Even if he didn't show it, He felt a lot more intense version of the sorrow he's been feeling

It's one of those feeling where you're too physically and mentally tired to get out of bed, Charles had been a lot more closed off, Only spending his time zoned out or doing paperwork in his office, Or fast asleep in his dormitory

Why was he so upset? Why was he acting like this?

Charles had never wanted to admit it, But he was feeling lonely.

The feeling he has tried to avoid, Had caught up to him Charles had always loved an independent life, Even as a child, But why did he feel so..

He shook his head to knock himself back into reality and flipped a page of the book, Eyes skimming over the pages while his mind turned back to those thoughts.

He tried looking at the scenery in front of him, Examining the dark, Cold night, The sky was pitch black, With some stars and a waxing gibbous moon, And some birds roaming the sky

It was a nice view, For the tenth (and last) floor of the foundation.

Charles had contemplated jumping off as soon as he saw this view, He hadn't visited the rooftop in a while, So he didn't really think about it

However, In the midst of night, In a desperate need for some alone time, He decided to get on top of here again

He heard the sound of the door closing, And looked behind him to see you.

"Greetings."

He spoke, Placing the book to his right side, Closing it, He maintained a stoic expression, As usual.