208 "Freedom"

The brightness of the moon illuminated the darkness of the night.

Without her, he was a lost soul.

Breathing but not living.

He kept talking to her, who was not even breathing.

He seemed crazy, but he wasn't.

He just believed that maybe, someday she will know it.

He kept seeing her everywhere, but there was no shadow.

Proving that it was all his illusions, she was no longer here and his cruelty towards her would start to flash in his mind.

In that beautiful rose garden, he kept waiting for her with a white rose on his hands.

Maybe he will be able to give her this someday.

Apart from the empress, the emperor wanted nothing.

Nothing around him made sense anymore and the air felt too heavy to breathe.

With an absent expression on his face, he just kept making her portraits.

A bright smile on her face, which he will never see again.

He wasn't crazy, he just loved her wrong; which ended by her quitting forever as she could no longer continue.