Her questions had been bothering him.
Morpheous went to the restroom and checked his eyes. Perfectly amber. He pulled up his eyelids, and pulled down his under-eye skin, but there was nothing blue in them.
'What the hell did she see?'
Resting his hands over the sink, he took a deep breath, replaying everything that had happened in the last fifteen minutes. He tried hard not to think about her, but his will lost the battle against his mind. He couldn't help but remember her face, slurred voice, insecurity, and questions that drifted inside his ears.
He closed his eyes, unable to understand what was so different in her that affected him so much. Why her single tear made him want to rip the universe apart? But seconds later, when he opened his eyes and watched his sin counter etched on the wall, he sighed.
'She will be the death of me!'
