He didn't cry.
Even after days… weeks… years…
he didn't cry.
As if tears… had forgotten the way to him.
In the palace, nothing changed.
Rather… it got worse.
There was no one to comfort him…
no one to ask if he was okay.
Even the news of his mother's death…
passed as if it were something normal.
"Suicide? Makes sense."
"One of the commoners… couldn't handle the pressure."
"Better that she disappeared."
Faint laughter… cold whispers…
he heard all of them.
All of them.
In one of the long corridors…
he walked alone.
His steps were light… as if he didn't want to be heard.
Or perhaps…
because he was used to no one caring about his presence.
"Look… the mistake is walking."
He stopped.
Three noble children stood before him.
Elegant clothes… eyes full of contempt.
"Where's your mother?" one of them said mockingly.
"Oh… I forgot… she flew away."
They burst out laughing.
He stood there.
Silent.
No response… no expression.
Just… staring.
He was pushed.
He fell to the ground.
His knee hit the stone hard.
Pain… but he didn't scream.
"Even his voice is annoying… good thing he doesn't speak."
One of them approached… and kicked him.
Then another.
Then…
They stopped.
Not because they were tired.
But because they got bored.
"Let's go… this thing doesn't react."
And they left.
He remained on the ground.
Looking at the ceiling.
No tears.
No anger.
Nothing.
Just… emptiness.
Slowly… he sat up.
Looked at his hand.
It was trembling.
But…
not from pain.
From something else.
Something… he didn't understand.
"Why… don't I feel anything?"
The question left him in a faint voice.
As if it didn't belong to him.
As if the voice… wasn't his.
That night…
he didn't sleep.
He sat in the corner of his small room.
Staring into the darkness.
Thinking…
or trying to think.
But…
there was nothing.
No dream.
No goal.
No reason.
"Why… am I alive?"
Another question.
But this time…
he didn't wait for an answer.
Because…
deep inside…
he already knew the truth.
"I'm not living…
I'm just… letting time pass."
Years passed…
He grew older.
Taller.
His features harsher…
But inside?
He was emptier than ever.
And one day…
he was summoned.
For the first time.
To the royal hall.
The massive doors opened slowly.
Their sound was heavy… as if they rejected his entrance.
He stood there…
looking at the throne.
Where the man sat…
who was supposed to be his father.
The king.
Cold looks.
Silent.
Devoid of any emotion.
"What is this thing?" the king said without interest.
The air froze.
The servants bowed deeper.
One of the guards stepped forward and whispered:
"It is… your son, Your Majesty."
Silence.
One second…
Two seconds…
Then—
"Get rid of him."
Simple words.
But…
they were enough.
He wasn't shocked.
He didn't get angry.
He didn't feel sad.
He simply…
understood.
"Even I… have no place here."
He turned.
Without a word.
Without
And began to walk.
But…
In that moment…
That feeling returned.
That "disconnect."
Sound disappeared.
Movement stopped.
Even his breathing…
felt like it didn't belong to him.
Then…
For the first time…
He heard something.
A voice.
Not from outside…
but from within him.
"If you want…
you can disappear."
His steps stopped.
His eyes widened slightly.
"Not just from this place…
but from their existence entirely."
Time suddenly returned.
Sounds came back.
The palace returned as it was.
But he…
was no longer the same.
He slowly raised his head.
Looked at his hand.
Then…
smiled.
A faint smile…
cold.
"Disappear…?
That… fits."
And from that moment…
something began to change.
Something…
that could never be stopped.