The nightmare pulled Theo back to reality, causing him to wake up with a jolt. Gods, that was not fun at all. His body shuddered in response. The boy automatically looked around, but what he seek was not there. Not anymore.
With a glum look on his face, he walked slowly to the ladies’ part of the cabin, glancing at the empty bed that once belong to Raven Parker. His soulmate in every way. It was clean because he cleaned it, collecting every piece of her that he could find for his trophy; his memento of that girl he loved so much. A trickle of tears fall down to his hollow cheek as he climbed to her mattress, curling up like a ball. Then he sobbed again, for the fourth time of the day.
It was unbearable. Only after a week (or two, Theo was bad with time after all), the boy was falling apart from his loss of lover. He wanted to ask around, maybe talk to his sibling, but he couldn’t get out from his own room. He only walked to the dining pavilion and back each meal time, then that’s it. His stubble had grown to a beard, his weight was diminishing each day, even his sanity was not exactly there anymore. Theo never talked to anyone after Raven left him, which made him antisocial to the maximum extent.
He kept on crying until he heard the dinner horn. The son of Dionysus wept his tears, didn’t bother to change his shirt as he walked towards his own table. He pick a bunch of grapes and his goblet, whispering for water. That’s all he could digest ever since she was gone. Then, his silent state began; eating alone, ignoring the glare that everyone was giving at him.