Persephone remained silent, holding her head low in contemplation.

The stark reality unfolded before her—Morpheus and she came from different worlds. He was the untamed beast in the jungle, while she resembled a delicate flower spoiled within the confines of home. His world embraced freedom, while hers revolved around dreams.

Like an unplanned melody, their love story began as a pure accident. Yet, she couldn't let it go, holding onto the hope that it would endure.

"Sephy..." Seamus summoned his courage, reaching out to hold her hand.

However, she evaded him, recoiling as if an electric shock coursed through her the moment he made contact. Her gaze spoke volumes, indicating that he had overstepped a boundary.

Seamus bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

Guilt washed over Persephone as she recalled the countless kind gestures he had made since her youth. Apart from her family, perhaps no one else would exhibit such unwavering loyalty.

In her younger days.

play tricks

involved sending him to the beach to search for a pink shell she claimed to have seen in a fairytale. He took it seriously, scouring through

lesson. She had endured the harshest punishment—no food, an entire day in time-out, in

sobbing, she assumed no one would come to her aid. Then, Seamus, battling a high fever, stumbled in. Despite

for the usual tea, so he

her throat

"Miss."

the one apologizing." Her voice softened. "I caused a lot of mischief,

smiled gently. "I'm your bodyguard.

gazed at her remained unchanged from her youth—gentle

eyes revealed his soul, Seamus

her head, pushing thoughts of

yeah. Didn't you mention there was a mole? Did

her favorite cheese spread and delicately applied it to

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