The prince had become insecure about his emotions, the awful men that flooded his home made fun of everything he did. Nothing he’d do was ever right, a show of emotion especially. Showing happiness made the men want to have Telemachus feel horrible, pushing him around till he cried. And when he was upset, he was seen as weak.

That’s why when Telemachus had started to catch feelings for his friend, he showed no sign of it. The suitors would definitely bother him if they knew.

But it wasn’t the suitors that would bother him with this, it was the pain and suffering he would feel soon. The pain of one sided love.

Telemachus would hang out with you often, he seemed fine. But he felt horrible. The next few weeks he had gotten worse as the illness progressed. And soon he didn’t even come out of his room.

Telemachus noticed the blood and flower petals he spat out every now and then, his heart pounding in his chest. It hurt to breathe, it felt like something was squeezing his lungs. And he couldn’t do anything about it, he just laid in his bed and cried. The pain growing worse every day.

It has been a month since this started, the illness at its peak. You were worried about the prince, having not seen him for weeks on end. So you went to check on him.

You opened the door to his room, peaking inside to see him on the floor crying and clutching his stomach. As you stepped inside, you noticed stains on his bed sheets along with flower petals. He continued to cry, he was too focused on the pain to even acknowledge you were there. Faint whispers came from him.

”I want my mom…” he repeated.