Just For You

Chapter 9: Hera

One week later

I stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips, looking at my work. I've spent the entirety of the day moving the furniture around in a way I like. I don't know how long this separation will last, so I want to feel at home.

          I could feel my throat constricting despite Zeus and I being in the rough patch and her being open to me leaving. I miss her. I miss seeing her working on the couch of the penthouse because she wanted to see me when I walked through the door. I miss finding her stuffing her mouth in the kitchen at three in the morning.

          I rub my eyes. I didn't think it would be hard for me to be away from her. I should have known from the day she slept on the couch. Even though we barely touch in the bed, I still love knowing she's there.

          After the therapy session, we both left and drove in silence. Zeus went straight to her office. I didn't know what she was doing for a while, but after trying not to think too hard about her giving in so quickly to the separation, I went to the kitchen to cook me something to eat.

          She found me an hour later with a lease to this townhouse.

          All she said was that the furniture would be delivered to it, and food would be stocked, as well as clothes. When I showed up the next day, it was all true. The clothes in the closet were all brand new. The furniture still smelled like the warehouse, the food in the fridge fresh and ready for me to consume.

          She was true to her word. I didn't know what to say until she asked me what else I needed. She wouldn't even look me in the eye as she spoke. It confused me that this was hurting her. I thought it would be good for her too.

          After some thought, I finally told her not to contact me. That's when she looked at me. Her face remained stone, but her eyes.... Her eyes looked like she was dying inside. So I told her not until I was ready.

          Zeus hasn't contacted me in the past week, per my request, but everything in me wants her to. I want her to bother me. I need her to bother me.

          Walking over to the newly moved couch, I plopped down, picking up my phone from the coffee table. Rearranging the furniture was also an excellent way to make myself busy. Without the little jobs that Zeus gave me, I've been bored, stuck in the house to think about how I decided to move out of my home. Move away from my wife.

          I didn't even get a chance to open my phone before I heard a knock at the door. Frowning, I stand up and walk toward it. I wasn't expecting anyone.

          When I opened the door, Achilles stood on the porch with a bottle of wine and a... plant?

          I kept my hand on the door, ready to close it anytime. She smiled at me. "Achilles? What are you doing here?"

           She peered behind me, causing me to close my door a little. She looked back at me. "I heard you left Zeus." my eyes widened. "Gossip moves quickly in the world of wealth. When you have too much money, someone else business becomes everything." She says, like that's supposed to comfort me.

          Do people think I left Zeus? That's not the case. I just... we both need some time. 

           Ugh, I hate people. I prop myself on my hip. "I didn't leave Zeus. This is just a... Seraption." I say finally.

          She just shrugged. "That's a different way of saying my marriage is failing."

          I try and fail to keep the anger off my face. "What can i do for you?"