Anger didn't seem to cover how Eros felt, as he stormed through the house toward his room. Thoughts of his short visit with Stella clouded his mind, blood boiling just under the surface. He almost didn't noticed his door open and Konstantina poke her head inside, until the fourteen-year-old couldn't quite help but glare at her.

Konstantina, the only woman that had ever raised him. The mum that had stuck by him his whole life yet. Eros sighed, as she waited patiently in his doorway.

"I'm sorry, mum."

"Don't apologize," was her simple response, before pulling him into an embrace.