Nonsensical Etc

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= 564, Blachernae Palace =

Another quiet night in Constantinople. The representative of the said city was all alone again, looking like he was lost in own thoughts.. rather heart shattering ones.

Justinian was in the beginning of his 80s. God knew how long he was going to live. Constantinople hoped he would stay for a longer time, however, he could feel it wasn't going to happen.

He took a deep breath. His silver eyes were getting teary against his will. Just like when he was spending some time with the old emperor, wrapping him into a protective, heart warming, soothing embrace. The old man would sigh in relief, feeling sort of embarrassed as he grew to think he never deserved such level of affection.

Constantinople blinked several times. It was so hurtful that even his lips were trembling. Wasn't it always him who'd say humans would die when their times came? Wasn't it always him who'd say humans were mortals and they would keep living in the memories? Wasn't it always him... who'd comfort himself with saying such things and think it was working well on his soul? Well, apparently it wasn't going to work good this time since emperor Justinian was always so special and unique to him. He was his first mortal love, after all.

He remembered what and how Adrianople felt when Hadrian passed away. The warrior was calm, his eyes were emotionless, all these were betrayed by a sudden emotional outburst. He didn't even get to see Hadrian one last time, that chance wasn't granted to him. Constantinople could always say Adrianople was still mourning, even though there was nothing visible.

He bit own lip. His heart was breaking and he couldn't hold it back anymore as tears won this battle too.

"O Lord.... I DON'T WANT HIM TO DIE!!! .... How terrible this is...."

Like his screams, his sobbing melted in the night.