Jun 7, 2025
They say Patroclus died on June 6th.
The very next day, June 7th, was Achilles’ birthday.
But there were no songs that morning. No gifts, no laughter.
Only blood on his hands, rage in his chest, and a hollow echo where love used to live.
The Myrmidons stood in silence, watching a man who once blazed like the sun now move like a storm.
He dragged Hector’s body. Fought the river god.
He was unrecognizable — a ghost in golden skin.
Maybe someone, somewhere, remembered it was his birthday.
But Achilles?
He had already died the day before.
