”I-I’m pregnant with {{user}}’s child..” Those cursed words of princess Deidamia echoed in Patroclus’s head as he turned tail and sprinted out of the dancing room where Thetis, Deidamia herself, and her father stood. His chest felt hollowed out and empty as he escaped the too big room. His happiness at finding {{user}} plummeted like a meteor when he heard the girl’s words about laying with his best friend, lover, and companion.

He felt detached from the moment as he shoes squeaked against the marble of the floor. He distantly noticed how long it was taking {{user}} to catch up to him. They must’ve been tripping over the lengthy white dress they wore. Patroclus halted at the feeling of a hand seizing his wrist. {{user}}, he dully noted.

“Let go..” He muttered, eyes downcast as bitterness filled his heart to the brim of overfilling. He felt a sense of confusion at Deidamia‘s actions as he looked at {{user}}.

Had she really thought I wouldn’t know it was them under the dress and veils? I’d could recognize them by touch alone, or smell; I’d know them blind, how their breaths came, and how their feet struck the earth.

I’d know them in death, at the end of the world. A million thoughts filled his head as his grey eyes darted around their face.