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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 the daughter of Aphrodite and the son of Hermes, under the watchful eyes of the gods, found solace only in each other...
𝗔𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡, I realized I wasn't truly awake. Instead, I found myself enveloped in darkness, immersed in the realm of dreams. The air held a comforting warmth, reminiscent of the sun-soaked lands of Egypt.
Navigating through this dark dreamscape, I couldn't shake the feeling of descending into a place that reminded me of the Underworld, yet more menacing.
It had been ages since I last experienced these peculiar dreams, often accompanied by attempts at communication. But who sought to reach me this time?
In the distance, a figure emerged, sprinting towards me.
"Hello, who's there?" I called out, my voice echoing through the shadowy expanse.
"Mi amor, you've finally arrived," came Luke's voice, echoing towards me.
Frozen in disbelief, I grappled with the inexplicable presence of Luke in my dream. What did this signify? I struggled to comprehend.
"Stay... stay back," I stammered, recoiling as he reached out to touch me.
"Please, stay. We need to talk," Luke implored, reaching for my hands, but I recoiled, refusing his touch.
With a surge of adrenaline, I bolted away from Luke, the betrayer who absconded with a fragment of my heart. He, whom I once trusted implicitly, envisioned a shared future with—the one I loved. And now, here he was, infiltrating my dreams, seeking to speak with me after leaving me to die on the cold ground?
"You have no place here, Luke. Leave," I demanded between labored breaths as I fled from his presence.
"Please, just listen," his voice pleaded, trailing behind me.
"No, Luke. You forfeited that right the moment you shattered us," I retorted, refusing to face him.
Yet, when I finally turned, the sight of him pierced through my defenses. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, mirroring the anguish etched upon his face, scars marking his skin like a roadmap of our broken trust.
"You abandoned me," I accused, my voice heavy with the weight of betrayal.
"But I had no choice," he countered, reaching for my trembling hands.
"You don't get to explain. Not now, not ever," I seethed, my anger boiling over.
"You left me to die, on the cold ground when I needed you the most!" I screamed, the pain of abandonment echoing in every syllable.
