Persephone wore a look of concern as she inched closer to Morpheus. "D-Do you not like it?"
Just then, the final firework illuminated the sky brightly.
She had designed it especially for him. The silver sparks gleamed like a thousand stars, with two letters shining brightest in the middle—MY.
"Morpheus, see the 'MY' in the middle?" She smiled. "I designed that for you!
"Do you like it?
"Morpheus?"
Morpheus stood frozen, like a cold sculpture.
His heart pounded, but he could only hear the flying bullets in the battle—a haunting echo of his troop's last scream at the battle's end.
It was his father's final bellow of despair.
Morpheus covered his ears and squatted down weakly, his head throbbing with pain.
“No… No…”
"Morpheus!"
Persephone was shocked by what she saw. She attempted to hug him, but he pushed her away. Despite being wounded from the push, she ignored it and tried to embrace him again.
"What's wrong, Morpheus? You're scaring me!"
He trembled and sweated as if his soul was being devoured by a terrifying wave.
"Morpheus!"
Persephone choked.
The fireworks continued in the sky, but the person in front of her seemed unable to enjoy them.
"What's wrong? Do you not feel well? Talk to me! Morpheus…”
He pushed her again!
This time, Persephone couldn't hold back and started wailing.
Meanwhile, the man who used to care for her even when she frowned did nothing at that moment.
There were scratches of various intensities on her arm, wrist, and palm!
"Persephone?" He looked aghast. "Didn't you go on a date?!"
"What?"
She was startled as he rushed toward her.
Ignoring what she said, he grabbed her hand as soon as he reached her.
Persephone pushed him away, and he accidentally touched her wound as they struggled.
She exclaimed from the pain.
"What's this…" He was in disbelief. "Who did this to you?"
"No! I fell on my own!"
"Where did you go to have this happen to you?"
"Just leave me alone!"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Married a Secret Billionaire