Persephone felt like she was in a dream. Morpheus led her out of the cave, her hand in his, and the post-rain air was exceptionally fresh.
The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a smile upon the earth. The fragrance of the soil was uplifted by the sunlight, permeating every corner of the mountain.
She smiled foolishly, following him as the roadside flowers seemed to sway her way.
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When Morpheus drove near the palace, the night had fallen. Persephone lingered in the car, reluctant to leave. Morpheus pinched her nose with a fond gaze, urging her to go home quickly.
"You take the car back!"
Morpheus handed her the car keys with a gentle shake of his head.
"What's wrong?" Persephone seemed disappointed. "This was meant for you."
"This is something you've earned," Morpheus said tenderly. "It's rightfully yours. While I'm happy when you give me gifts, I believe your first gift should belong to you."
"But—"
"Listen to me," he said, patting her head.
Persephone wanted to say more but held back.
Seeing her disappointment, Morpheus felt a pang of guilt. He took the car keys from her hand. "How about this? I'll take it for now. If you're free tomorrow, I'll come to pick you up to go elsewhere, okay?"
Persephone finally smiled and nodded vigorously. "Okay, I'll listen to you. But I'll get you something better when I earn more money later. By then, you have to accept it!"
"If you earn more money, I might as well live off of you!" Morpheus teased her. "Then, you'll be responsible for making money, and I'll be responsible for..."
"For what?" Persephone leaned in.
"For taking care of the kids!"
Persephone blushed and playfully hit him.
Suddenly, Morpheus held her tightly. "How many kids do we want in the future?"
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