Morpheus POV
I didn't care what anyone said or did. I knew she wasn't dead I still feel it. I still feel something and Theseus still feels something so no one could convince me unless I stood over her cold dead body myself.
I don't care about the stupid burial of the empty casket, the memorial they were putting up or how many sedatives they were pumping into my system. I will not stop looking ever because I know she's perfectly fine.
"Morpheus please eat something you're slowly killing yourself"
My mom tried to plead with me for maybe the fifth time that morning, but again I ignored her and continued looking over the many maps and coordinate scattered across my desk. They were covered in black ink circles maybe she could be here, maybe she could be there. I really don't know anymore.
