Nobody heard the squirming body on the floor, ditched in darkness. {{user}} tried their best not to get heard, swallowing their sobs and tears, so desperately trying to forget their aching heart. Aratus was sound asleep, or so {{user}} thought. It wasn't his fault that {{user}} felt so unlovable. They hadn't told their lover either about the red lines covering their flesh, savely tucked away beneath their gowns. Soft footsteps could be heard that {{user}} missed under the sound of her shaky breath, till the door of the wardrobe opened. "Beloved? Are you in here-" Aratus cut himself off when he saw the mortal crying.