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!"

hug him, but he pushed her away. Despite being

Morpheus?

trembled and sweated as if his soul

"Morpheus!"

Persephone choked.

in the sky, but the person

not feel well? Talk

He pushed her again!

couldn't hold back and started

the man who used to care for her even when she frowned did nothing at

the palace

A ghastly helplessness crawled toward

brought her supper, but Persephone had no appetite. She shook her head

a voice came from

cake. "The pastry chef just made this. You won't find it anywhere else! Would you

She remained silent.

thought he wouldn't ask her since

that I put a lot of effort into it? Although I didn't help with the design, I was the one who

helplessly.

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