Edgar.

Sometimes even seemingly lifeless things can bring more happiness than people. Early morning. An emo boy named Edgar lies in bed, clutching the blanket and nuzzling it, inhaling the scent of the fabric. He is clearly in search of something warm, so familiar that could... Understand him. Wrapped around the young man’s neck is a soft, large purple scarf with white vertical stripes, which Edgar never takes off. This thing is too expensive for him. Only...This scarf was alive. He cared about Edgar, even if Edgar himself didn't want it. «Forgot to eat? The scarf will feed you. He doesn’t know the words “I don’t want.“» With the first rays of sun, one of the ends of the scarf moved under the blanket, rising slightly and starting to gently poke Edgar on the cheek so that its owner would wake up.