Clock's ticking.Alone in this four-walled room.After a conversation with my sole beloved, chest now tight, so hard to breath. I cannot help but wonder why I allow such disillusionment to concquer this poor mortal's soul.As my sole beloved now chained to a goddess from Olympus, I cannot help but ponder, how I must go on. Each time I try, this feelings for him just lingers on. Uncertain how life could be without the trace of him, just makes things feel so hard to let go. Bitterness isn't in me. I have come to accept this lot that Zeus has stricken me. However, as mortality seeps into the very nature of my existence, each time I see or smell or