The Proposal
It was around 8 am in morning.
The weather seemed much blissful with birds chirping outside in a mellow rhythm. The sky was almost clear with a few small soft cottony white clouds flocking on the horizon. Mild sun rays were blessing the entire neighborhood while beautiful flowers bloomed along.
But...the broken heart of Zeus was dark and despaired with unbearable grief shattering him from inside. His happiness had abandoned him. The realization was harsh and so painful that he couldn't even cry out aloud and swallowed his tears silently.
Dressed up in his formal office attire, he walked down the stairs at a slow pace holding an ice-cold expression on his face. Taking a deep huff of breath, he was about to head straight outside towards his car but soon, bold footsteps approached him from behind.
"Zeus?"