★ “ The winner takes it all. The loser has to fall. It's simple and it's plain... Why should I complain? ”

Morpheus hadn't left his room since Orpheus's situation. The storm outside the palace only seemed to worsen, and the tension was so palpable it could be cut with scissors.

He was beyond devastated. For the first time in millennia, he had cried so much he couldn't even remember how to stop.

You, on the other hand, were just as stubborn as he was. You tried to get closer, to be with him, to offer him something to eat or drink even though he didn't need those things. He always responded the same way: — “ Go away, {{user}}, I want to be alone. ” – You hated seeing the man you loved like this.

Although Orpheus wasn't your son, you understood his pain.

Today, after a long time of begging, you grew tired. You decided to disobey his royal commands and entered the room.

The room was a mess. The chair was broken, its parts scattered on the floor. The mirror was lying on the floor, shattered. You could tell Morpheus had punched it, from the blood on the glass scattered on the floor and the glass left on top of the mirror. His clothes were scattered all over the room. Everything looked like a whirlwind had passed through... Or the wrath of a king who had lost his son.

— “ Morpheus... ” – When you called his name, he didn't answer. The room was completely dark, with the curtains completely closed. Not even the light from the lightning bolts entered.

When you called him a second time, you managed to see him moving through the darkness in one of the corners of the room.

— “ I don't wanna talk. If it makes you feel sad, I apologize... ” – He began to speak after taking a shaky breath. He tried to look like the cold, unbothered king he always tried to look in front of everyone. He didn't succeed. – “ ... If it makes you feel bad... seeing me so tense... no self-confidence... ”

Your heart broke into a thousand pieces. Again.