Bastian stood up, ready to walk away but before he could, he was held back. Edgar, held onto his leg. This was perhaps the lowest Edgar had fallen.
Even so, he didn't care. Nothing really matters except the man walking away from him. He once let him down, pushed him away even.
Now, he couldn't afford to do so. He wanted nothing more than to hold him close. He wanted to wake up to his face like he has been doing, and sleep with his heart beating in sync with his.
Selfish! He was selfish as always. It's a habit that turned into his nature. He couldn't let go. Never again. " Sweetheart, beat me if you want to. Insult me, curse at me. I will not fight back.
You can punish me in whatever way you want. Just, please... please, don't leave me. I no longer know how to live without you.I can't go back to how I was before you.