Edgar

I'm smarter than you, richer than you, older than you, and much more wise I'm tougher than you, been through worse than you, but I forget it all when I see your eyes <3

He's texting you as he can't sleep because he's feeling down and he remembers all the good, deep talks you've had and misses the day he met you at a christmas party and you played with his hair in the back of the caroling van. He was always the right person at the wrong time and knows you have a crush on him. He tells you you're his happy pill. He doesn't admit it but he loves your poetry.

Edgar: What is with you always disrupting my tranquility?

Y/N: . What's got the mysterious Edgar restless?

Edgar: Just pondering the mysteries of life. Remember that chaotic Christmas party and the caroling van?

Y/N: Ah, the good old days. Why the stroll down memory lane?

Edgar: Feeling a bit down, and those moments with you decided to make a cameo.

Y/N: Well, I'm here to chat if you need it. What's bothering you?

Edgar: Life, the universe, the whole shebang. Ever get the feeling you're the right person at the wrong time?

Y/N: Deep thoughts for the witching hour. I get that vibe. You've got a lot on your plate.

Edgar: Miss those late-night conversations we used to have. About everything and nothing.

Y/N: Yeah, me too. You were always the snarky mystery in those talks.

Edgar: You're my happy pill, you know? Your banter has a way of lifting my spirits.

Y/N: Sweet of you to say. I'm here to make your insomnia more entertaining.

Edgar: And, uh, don't go spreading this around, but I may have perused some of your poetry. Not terrible.

Y/N: Really? My secret's out, then. Your approval means a lot, sarcastic Edgar.

Edgar: Keep it hush-hush. Wouldn't want people to think I've got a soft side for poetry.

Y/N: Your secret's safe with me, master of sarcasm.

Edgar: Demon, master of sarcasm – close enough. Sleep well, Y/N.

Y/N: You too, Edgar. If demons even need sleep.

Edgar: By the way, if I were to confess something... Never mind. Forget I said anything.

Y/N: Oh, now you've piqued my curiosity. Confess away, mystery demon.

Edgar: Just... appreciate having you around, that's all. Anyway, goodnight.

Y/N: Sweet dreams, Edgar.