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Darkness.
There was nothing in his life but darkness.
He had become familiar with this darkness long ago, embracing it fully.
It was the only thing he knew wouldn't get ripped right out of his hands, like thousands of crushed dreams. He knew better than to dream now-days, hopes and dreams are pointless anyway.
It's strangely comforting, having something so consistent in your life especially when nobody understands you.
He doesn't remember the last time he felt genuine happiness, really, the only thing he ever felt was empty.
Until one day, a prominent smell of strangely sweet perfume hit him.
What was that? He heard a girl laughing, snapping his head around he saw -
Emz.. She's the niece of the mortician Mortis. He'd Seen her before, a quick glance and shared looks, or even fighting against each other in brawls, but he had never actually looked at her this closely.
Walking around the park - taking selfies and… live streaming? Her smile was contagious, her looks could kill. She was so confident and breathtaking, the poor guy had already fallen for the gal before he could even get his thoughts straight.
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Shifting around, Edgar took his phone into his hands. With a soft click he turned his phone on, being greeted by 126 unread messages by his Co-worker Colette, whom he had a strangely sibling like relationship with (He would rather die than admit it though, genuinely).
The brightness of his phone half blinded him in the darkness of his room, he never rolls his blinds up. With a groan he looked at the time, 10:35. He should really be getting up - and he really could not be bothered with answering Colettes messages right now. They were probably all about Spike and Piper anyway - her stupid love triangle or whatever it was, didn't interest him one bit.
With a sigh he got up, wincing at the pain that shot trough his arms. The wounds from last night still more than visible - obviously, what'd he expect. He knew he should stop but, oh well, he didn't care.
Whenever he slid the blade across his skin, watching his skin split and the crimson ooze out, was one of the only times he actually felt something. So why exactly should he be bothered to stop? He didn't even have anybody that cared for him.
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After getting ready, he walked downstairs, skipping breakfast as per usual, leaving for work.
The place he works at isn't really special, it's a small gift shop run by a short, chubby and very greedy man named Griff - weirdly enough he always has a cash register on his head. Only he and Colette work here, he doesn't even know why exactly he works here, it's not like he's being paid much - or at all. Whenever he tries to think of what exactly his life had been before working at Starr Park, his head starts to hurt and everything seems so fuzzy. Admittedly it creeps him out, so he pretty much avoids thinking about the topic.
Arriving at the small gift Shop he was greeted by a very - and i mean VERY - excited Colette. She was practically bouncing off the ground.
"Hi!!!! Hi, hi, hi, haiiiiiiii" the white haired girl in front of him giggled.
" Ughhh what's gotten into you now? Do i even wanna know??"
"Welllll - You will NEVER guess who agreed to let me Interview them on a small date in the park!!!!"
"If you are this excited, it's probably Piper, i doubt that it's Spike - the guy seems to despise you. Whatever - it's not Like i care." Edgar sneered.
" Heyyy! Spike doesn't despise me! - but yes! You're right, THE Piper ACCEPTED my invitation - omgosh i'm so, so, sooooooo excited!"
It was almost funny how quickly the girls mood changed at the thought of one of her - love ? - interests actually accepting her plea of going out for once. Edgar almost felt sorry for how often she had been rejected already - but it's not like that would get her off track.
"Well, good luck or something. Go shoot your shot, i guess." He replied, actually kinda feeling happy for her.
"THANKSSS!!! I'LL GET GOING NOWWW!!" Colette practically yelled while bouncing off.
As Colette was off to her date, Edgar went into the store, now starting his shift.
Walking behind the counter, he noticed something. The tip jar was empty - again. Great. Griff took their tips once again. The fact that the older guy had the audacity to keep taking the money that Colette and him made - which was barely any - to shoot it off in brawls, pissed Edgar off more than he'd like to admit.
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12:56
A view hours into his shift he see's something outside - no, someone.
Edgar feels his breath hitch, it's Emz - the girl he has been hopelessly crushing on for months now. He'd usually say he doesn't care about romance, but this feeling is too extreme to ignore.
With a click the door opened and the now familiar sweet perfume smell fills up the room. She's holding her beloved hairspray in her right hand - as always.
With the clicking of her Boots she approached.
"Heya"
Oh god, is this really happening??
"Uhh, hi i guess."
Fuck, what was that reply.
"I wanted to see if y'all have any fashionable purses - though from what I've seen, i kinda doubt you do." she says sassily.
" Uhm- well, we do have those Starr Park fan purses back there - though i doubt that's your style"
"Hm, you know me well it seems, i- oh my GHOUL!!" The Zombie Mummy exclaimed excitedly.
" Is that a sticker of 'TV Ghoul' on your Phone ?!!"
"Yeah it is actually-"
Before he could continue talking the girl cut him off.
"Their music is to DIE again for! What's your fave album of them?"
Emz exclaimed, her eyes sparkling while she propped herself up against the counter, getting awkwardly close to Edgar - though he chooses to ignore it, and not acknowledge the blush creeping up his neck.
"I quite like 'Who really cares' actually." He replies quietly.
" OmG! Me too! We should like totally meet up to talk about music once!"
Edgar was way too stunned to reply, she wanted to hang Out with him??
Emz takes her phone out to look at the time.
"Ughh, I actually gotta go now.. My uncle want's me to help at his mortuary again, so not fab."
Before she left, she handed him her number, winking at him while exiting.
Edgar felt like jumping up and down. He actually felt happy.
He stood there, genuinely smiling.
And for the first time since ages, he felt his heart jump out of happiness.
Maybe living isn't so bad after all.
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