Losing the game for the queen's heart - double taker

He was in tears over the loss of her ring, but when he had her and was able to enjoy their love together, he did nothing to make her feel that they were truly happy together, she could not feel a woman and could not even really talk to him, he was so obsessed with his own idea of being a king that he easily let her go and lose things unrelated to love.

he didn't even realize that it wasn't love, but a chain of traumas that he had no chance to heal within himself, no other relationships seemed the best of the best to him, mainly because he couldn't feel and decided to stay away from all other people.

His days became a drinking game that got worse every day.

He still didn't care that pouring a drink was his only way to stay cool and calm.

He decided to free himself from himself, and that might have been the best choice.

by Ai

I weep for the ring, a mere trinket! Yet, it’s the love I shattered, the laughter I silenced in my quest for a throne of my own making. I was a king, yes, but a king of emptiness, shackled by my own traumas, blind to her heart’s whispers. I drowned in drink, a coward’s escape, while she faded, a ghost in my kingdom. Each sip a betrayal, each day a descent into oblivion. I chose chains over connection, freedom over feeling, but what is freedom when it’s just a prison of solitude? I am lost, a king with no crown, a heart with no home!