Persephone wore a look of concern as she inched closer to Morpheus. "D-Do you not like it?"

Just then, the final firework illuminated the sky brightly.

She had designed it especially for him. The silver sparks gleamed like a thousand stars, with two letters shining brightest in the middle—MY.

"Morpheus, see the 'MY' in the middle?" She smiled. "I designed that for you!

"Do you like it?

"Morpheus?"

Morpheus stood frozen, like a cold sculpture.

His heart pounded, but he could only hear the flying bullets in the battle—a haunting echo of his troop's last scream at the battle's end.

It was his father's final bellow of despair.

Morpheus covered his ears and squatted down weakly, his head throbbing with pain.

"No... No."

"Morpheus!"

him, but he pushed her away. Despite being wounded from the push, she

Morpheus? You're scaring

if his soul was being

"Morpheus!"

Persephone choked.

in the sky, but the person in front of her seemed unable

feel well? Talk to me!

He pushed her again!

hold back and

for her even when she frowned did nothing

returned to the palace looking

sat on the couch upon her arrival. A ghastly

had no appetite. She

a voice came from outside. "How

holding a small cake. "The pastry chef just made this. You won't find it anywhere else!

She remained silent.

thought he

effort into it?

at him helplessly. "Can you leave me

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