─── ･ ｡♡ ･
❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃.
I don't even think that you care like I do.
I should stop; Heaven knows I've tried .❜
A half-god-would-be-god falls in love with a mortal.
It could...
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SALLY JACKSON'S SON DOES NOT RESEMBLE HER HUSBAND. Despite his young age, Perseus's gaze holds the depth of sea-green waters. He is a few months old, and his eyes are piercing and captivating, adorned with hints of turquoise and swirling emerald like a mesmerizing underwater current. In the sunlight, they sparkle, reminiscent of a tranquil lagoon concealed in a tropical paradise. His skin boasts a natural sun-kissed tone, a warm golden hue that perfectly complements his striking eyes, framed by black curls as if he were a child raised by the beach, brushed with salt-water and dried by the marine breeze. He seems to embody a fragment of the ocean's beauty, enchanting everyone he encounters, even though he's just a few months old.
Perseus reminded Yulissa of home—of Las Terrenas, a small coastal town in the Dominican Republic, where she grew up surrounded by the breathtaking hermosura of the Caribbean Sea. The sight of his oceanic features whisked her back to the white-sand shores and vibrant community that she had left behind, leaving her with an earthshattering sense of nostalgia and a yearning for the roots that could not anchor themselves in the urban labyrinth of New York City. When she craddled the infant, Yulissa could almost hear the gentle lapping of waves and feel the warm embrace of the sun on her skin.
She always had the same thought whenever she saw Perseus: If Sally Jackson's son was the sea, then her husband was the sewage that tainted it.
Gabriel Ugliano existed as the epitome of repulsiveness. His lifeless eyes resembled dull orbs that failed to convey even the slightest spark of humanity. The sallow pallor of his skin mirrors the ghastly hue of a decaying corpse, like a bloated walrus washed ashore on the verge of decomposition. Gabriel's overall disheveled and unkempt appearance, coupled with his profoundly unpleasant demeanor, acts as an immediate deterrent, casting an offensive feeling of discomfort upon anyone unfortunate enough to find themselves in his presence.
The true horror lied in the assaulting stench that reeked from him—an unbearable amalgamation of rancid shit and the putrid scent of rotting garbage mixed with alcohol and tobacco—a nauseating odor that lingered persistently, a noxious reminder of Gabriel Ugliano's repulsiveness that seems to defy the boundaries of human tolerance. It is as if his disgusting nature extends beyond just his physical appearance, permeating every aspect of his being. The air itself became contaminated by his presence, leaving an inescapable whiff of repugnance that outlasts his departure, haunting those unfortunate enough to have crossed paths with this living embodiment of revulsion.
Smelly Gabe is not the father of Sally's child; that much is certain.
It made Yulissa wonder why someone as young and strikingly beautiful as Sally would ever become involved with someone so offensive in the first place. She is trying to be less of a chismosa, though, so she refrains from asking Sally about her relationship—still, the insatiable need to know persists as an itch she can't seem to scratch.
