Edluca oneshots <3

why is he hiding it....

Angst ig again lol it's that one hc but worse ig

Edgar pov.
Why can't he remember? It's been almost 2 years since I came to this horrible place and everything keeps getting worse. Luca can't remember a thing and he still wants to be friends with me. It hurts to hide this from him but I don't want him to feel bad. Besides he looks happier with Andrew. I just want him to be happy. Even if I can't be with him the way I want to. As long as he's okay. It hurts but It doesn't matter. All my paintings at this point are him. It's like I'm going mad over grief but it's my problem no one else's. During this time of grief I wrote a song. The music room in the manor has a piano. I learned from the very best. Meaning Aesop and Luca. Over this time where all I can draw and think about is Luca I wrote a song. I decided that tonight was a good night to travel to the room and play. It was 3am so I doubt anyone will wake up let alone hear me and come in. I walk down the cold corridors untill I reached the room. I gently opened the door and sat at the piano. I started the intro peace ready to spill my emotions......

Luca pov.
I can't sleep. I have a lot on my mind. The thoughts keep running. I feel like Edgar knows more than he's telling me. Lately he's been acting weird. Every time I try to ask him about before the manor and before prison he always changes the subject. He seems to be avoiding and hiding something. That much has been obvious since his arrival but lately he's been in his room more. He doesn't talk to me at all at this point. Every time we make eye contact or he sees me or when we talk he looks sad and in pain. Not to mention that I've caught him crying and breaking down but I don't think he remembers. Not to mention that everything he says in those times doesn't make sense. I know Aesop has been with him more. I don't think he's actually eaten in a few days. I haven't seen him for meals and when I do he doesn't eat. It worries me. Especially since I care for him. I really like him but I'm afraid he doesn't like me or maybe that I shouldn't?
I decided to get up and go to the kitchen and get water. It was 3am but no one should be awake. I walked to the kitchen and got a glass when I heard piano? Who's playing that? I follow the sound. It was extraordinary! Who ever was playing was incredibly good. I soon heard a voice. It was beautiful. I continued to follow listening carefully.
"Stitch, sew, cut, pull. Stitch, sew, cut, and pull. Stitch, see, I tried. Stitch, sew, you're alive!" That voice sang. It sounds familiar. I arrived at the room but looked through the cracked door to see Edgar. He sat playing the piano. I watched from the door quietly. "80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired
Seven a.m. is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning, small-town listeners"

It almost seemed like he was in pain but he kept going. It was beautiful but some thing about it worried me.

"Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed dogs are jamming up
The thread comes in tangles
I see such pretty things
FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me
Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn"

This song feels deeper than what it seems.... It almost sounds like relationships with people? Or someone important?

"Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you in desperation
Seven a.m. is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
Unmistakably, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again"