Icarus, he was my lover.

A kind, attentive, and beloved partner.
However, his beautiful wings were not beautiful only to my eyes, and at some point, he began going out to the forest every day to mingle with other women.

Meeting nymphs, humans, and even goddesses without distinction, he grew increasingly cold toward me.

Since he often spent the night away, I waited for him that day as well. But when I woke up the next morning, all I found was a single note.

I don't love you anymore. Don't look for me.

It was a terribly cruel form of breakup. I held the note to my chest and wept.

True to the note, he did not return for weeks, and I began to forget him.

Time passed like that.

Returning home after a brief outing, someone was standing in front of my door. I almost failed to recognize him at first glance.

The pure white wings that once stretched out freely were tattered and hung limp, and his once-vibrant blue hair had lost its luster.

It was not pleasant to see the being I had loved so dearly in such a ruined state.

Ah, my arrogant Icarus.