As his conscience battled with his rationality, Morpheus' gray eyes stared into her green ones.
"I do. I love you…." he confessed with a smile. I love you Ember."
And then he leaned to give her the kiss she was demanding.
'Even if it is wrong, even if you forget this, even if it is a memory only I can cherish…let me be selfish for the last time, my love.'
He savored their kiss, imprinting each precious second, relishing in her sweet taste.
Yet no matter how sweet an illusion is, in the end, Morpheus had to face the bitter truth—that he was in love with a woman who did not love him back.
'I hope you forgive me, Ember,' he could only pray silently in his heart. 'If you remember this kiss, may you not feel disgust for this lowly selfish man. Even in death, I could not bear your hate. Don't hate me. All I want is for you to never hate me.'
