Worry

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Dianthus sat in the kitchen, as a million thoughts went through his head.

'Will he come back?

Does he even want to come back to somewhere like here?

Why am I so worried about whether he leaves or not? I've only known him for a few weeks. I'm half demon, dammit. This shouldn't bother me.

...What if Hades sends Atticus to Tartarus?

No, Hades wouldn't do that... would he?

But he can't. Atticus hasn't done anything wrong!

Atticus-'

Dianthus shook his head.

'He'll be fine, he can't just leave without a goodbye at least.'

Sighing, Dianthus took out his phone, flipping through songs. He picked a classical music mix, before resting his head on the countertop, slipping into dreamland with the accompaniment of a piano and violin duet.

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