Gold could have sworn that his heart had broken the moment his father sat unmoved at the end of the table. He kept his hands bandaged on the table, silent, and he waited. He was barely breathing, without curling his lips. His emerald eyes, his beautiful emerald eyes, were dead. Nothing more, nothing less. They were dead, and his body was a heap of flesh and bones unable to move forward without help. He had lost weight, Kin and Gold could now see him perfectly since he was no longer covered with a cloak. Like a leaf in a stream, he let himself be carried by the wind until his journey ended.
"Father, are you not eating?" the younger twin asked as the plates of appetizers were served.
"He doesn't eat alone," Atom replied immediately before waving to him. "You can go and assist him if you want. You would be a good omega."
