" my fat

in his arms, bawling. I choked bet

. He turned to Thanatos, crying into

tiful," dad

id you neve

so sorry. Every day, for years, not a moment passed when I didn't think of you or your mother. I never im

ed: "You two are such beautiful people! Oh Prometheus!" He tackled us in a b

ame my moth

om

rail-thin, her skin was marred by scars, hair cut haphazardly like a Nazi pr

beautiful daug

atos left, disgusted by his snot-cov

he did of old, told me

t the storm within me. I shivered, looking at my father, his

" he wh

di

th yawned

earth beck

sorrow, my mother's grief

odbye in a voice like embers. Her

ometheus' stolen fire. A fire that, in the end, had b

n the peak of Ol

"Only when you lose

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