What does being alone feel like?
Well Edge didn't really know, being born a prince he was never really alone.
He wasn't normally allowed to be.
What does it feel like to be lonely?
That's a new question entirely.
Edge supposed it felt something like... waking up one morning to see that the sky was grey. Yes, loneliness was like a grey sky. It felt like looking up to seeing endless grey with nothing else one day, and then the next day, and then the next day, on and on for a long, long time. Until one day you finally begin to wonder where the sun went. Why it went?
You spend the next few days wondering when the sun will be back because you miss the warmth so much. You miss rolling around in the grass, and the scent of flowers, and the gentle breeze. Then the sun comes back and for a little while you are happy because you're so warm and the world is so bright. But now you are fear that the sun will leave again and your world will go back to being gloomy and do your best to hold onto what you have and hope that it will last, but once the sun does leave again all that you had is gone, and the small traces you had left just aren't enough to make you happy anymore.
Well, the real sun was out today but Edge didn't particularly care. There wasn't a whole lot to do besides work if you were a king with no close friends. He finally sighed and walked over from his window to his bed side table, opening a drawer and withdrawing a square of silky green cloth. He had thought that this would only be temporary, that he would give the scarf back when he got over that summoner, but he couldn't bring himself to do ether. He lowered his mask and brought the scarf up to his nose taking a deep breath. His sun light flickered on for the slightest moment making his world bright and beautiful again, but it wasn't enough, not even close.
He sat down on his bed still holding the cloth over his mouth and nose. He closed his eyes and pictured Rydia sitting beside him leaning her head on his shoulder, he found himself leaning slightly like it would really make them press closer. It didn't work of course it was just a daydream after all. Little more than the madness of a lonely poor fool, who can't even convince the woman he loves to stay by his side no matter how many times he's tried, and has little else to do than wait and hope that she would look at him and feel love for him as well.
So for now he would accept his lonely grey sky, and prey that when the sun came back it would stay for good.
