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!"

but he pushed her away. Despite being wounded from the

Morpheus? You're scaring

trembled and sweated as if his soul was being

"Morpheus!"

Persephone choked.

but the person in front of her seemed

feel well?

He pushed her again!

Persephone couldn't hold back and

for her even when she

the palace looking

on the couch upon her arrival. A ghastly helplessness crawled toward her heart

brought her supper, but Persephone had no appetite. She

a voice came from outside.

while holding a small cake. "The pastry chef just made this. You won't

She remained silent.

was moody, he thought he wouldn't ask her since she

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

helplessly. "Can you

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