Night fell slowly over the monastery, but the blond omega didn't care. His sight was gone. Now he could no longer distinguish the dark sky from the blue sky. Even though his friends had been with him all the daytime, trying to convince him it could be worse, but nothing was helping. He was now blind; he could no longer see the face of the person he loved or that of his children.
"The bath is near," Nyx announced softly, who had taken advantage of his friends' departure to prepare a bath.
"I do not want."
"We must wash!" Gold protested as he got off the bed. "I want to wash with you!"
"Gold, you can't wash with your dad."
"Of course I do! Don't you want to, father?"
