DEAR, DARK

37. Hades and Persephone

Here we are.

A lovely hill, bright sun on the huge natural lawn, a small but cozy cottage on the top, flowers around the fence, and a valley surrounding us all. It must be the sunniest day I have ever seen in my entire life. So warm, so comforting and so cozy.

Half-wooden-half-stone hut, creepers and flowers on its roof, chimney on the side, and small pond beside. Moon selected the place, Light arranged it, and Purple planned the activities that would be done on this picnic. For the rest of us, well, we got dressed and followed them here.

I can't imagine myself sitting on some cloth, having an apple pie and muffins nor I can imagine myself playing hide-and-seek that Purple insisted on putting on the list of to-do things.

If not for Moon, I'd have been loading my gun and executing the candidates waiting in the basement of my office. I haven't been into that basement for the past three days, haven't gone to the brothel for the past ten days, and haven't been drunk for lord knows how many days.

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Reason?

Moon Diaz.

This woman is spinning my lands, spilling my oceans, and crashing my skies, and that too with just her presence.

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"Lord Eros." Light shout when our camper van stopped at the hill, and Purple ran out with excitement, tossing her pink flip-flops in the air. "Purple, no running around the mountain edges!"

"What are you? Her dad?" Lilith bumped her shoulder on Light, pushing him out of her way as she climbed down the van as well. Grey ignored us, rushing outside, following Purple to wherever she ran to.

"I would love to be," Light said, picking up the fruit basket and Lilith's purse as if he were hired to do that one specific job. "She's a great kid, optimistic as well." Light has quite attached to that sixteen-year-old. I don't think it's safe to attach to someone-

"She looks serial killer to me," I uttered, taking the juice bottles from Moon's hand. Well, I slept for two straight hours, on her lap, hugging her and I couldn't even realize when we reached here. But, let's just say I was completely tired and needed the sleep.

"Even better," Lilith smirked, blowing a kiss in Purple's direction while she ran on the huge and natural lawn on the mountain. "I love her already."

"Love is such a heavy word, Lilith," I said. "The word you're looking for must be a pity." Love does not exist in the world we live in, one who loves must be an outsider.

"I pity people who pity people instead of helping them," Lilith affirmed, that those whisky eyes shone bright and showed confidence. "Either help or leave, pretending like you care while you don't is even worse than leaving."

"Pity is just a synonym for sympathy," Moon opined in her silk-soft voice, reaching her hand to my tousled hair while keeping her eyes on Lilith. "having sympathy for another person is the base of being a better person."