Hyacithus was at the garden. It was dawn, and it was particularly cold that day, as if the gods were mourning along with the prince, pained by his cries. Hyacinthus could not quite remenber when he got into the garden, but he did not want to leave. The wind was comforting, the grass was caressing him. How to reject any short of comfort? How to ignore the pain of losing a lover? Hyacinth stayed for what seemed to be ages. If the gods could see the prince's pain, perhaps they would have never allowed his lover to die - but how to reverse it? How to make a heart beat again? How to erase Hyacinth's pain? He did not dare to look away from the nothingness when footsteps were heard behind him - although he did have the hope the gods would go down to shoot him a bit. It was not a fairtytale anymore -. He did not repress his cries either, letting out all the pain with the thought it was just a slave passing by.