Whispers Of The Underworld

💀🌹Chapter 23🌹💀

Hades gently guided Andre through the lush pathways of the garden, the sun casting a warm, golden glow over the vibrant flowers and greenery. The garden held so much sentimental value for Hades; it was where he and Andre had first met, where their love had begun to blossom. He hoped that bringing Andre here might help stir some of those memories.

They walked slowly, Hades pointing out various flowers and plants, sharing small stories and anecdotes in an attempt to jog Andre's memory. Finally, they reached the exact spot where they had met for the first time. Hades paused, taking a deep breath as he turned to Andre.

"Andre," he said softly, "does this place remind you of anything?"

Andre closed his eyes and tried to think, his brow furrowing in concentration. He wanted so badly to remember, to connect with the past that seemed just out of reach. But the harder he tried, the more elusive the memories became. A wave of frustration washed over him, his fists clenching at his sides.

Sensing Andre's distress, Hades quickly stepped forward and gently grabbed his arms, preventing him from hurting himself. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Hades murmured, his voice soothing. "Don't force it. Just breathe."

Andre opened his eyes, his frustration giving way to a deep sadness. "I'm sorry, Hades," he said quietly. "I want to remember, but it's all just... blank."

Hades cupped Andre's face in his hands, looking deeply into his eyes. "It's not your fault, Andre," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "We'll take this one step at a time, together."

Andre gazed into Hades' eyes, getting lost in their depth and warmth. He found himself starting to blush the longer he looked, a soft pink tint spreading across his cheeks. There was something about Hades' eyes that made him feel safe and cared for, even if he couldn't remember why.

Hades also started blushing, feeling the intensity of the moment. He could see the trust and vulnerability in Andre's eyes, and it touched him deeply. "Andre," he said softly, "I promise I will be with you every step of the way, no matter what or how long it takes. You're not alone in this."

Apollo approached the garden with a mix of curiosity and concern. His heart beat faster with every step as he neared the spot where Hades and Andre were. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery and vibrant flowers. The garden was peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had surrounded Andre's recent experiences.

Apollo had grown very close to Andre during the time he had spent taking care of him. After Zeus's cruel treatment, Andre had been left vulnerable and broken. Apollo had been there, offering comfort and healing, both physical and emotional. He admired Andre's resilience and strength, qualities that had only deepened his respect and affection for him.

As he entered the garden, Apollo saw Hades and Andre standing close together, their faces inches apart. He paused for a moment, not wanting to intrude on the intimate moment. But the need to see how Andre was doing propelled him forward.

"Andre, Hades," Apollo called softly as he approached.

Hades turned, still holding Andre's face gently in his hands. Andre looked over as well, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"Apollo," Hades greeted, a hint of surprise in his voice. "What brings you here?"

"I wanted to see how Andre is doing," Apollo replied, his gaze shifting to Andre. "I've been worried."

Andre smiled weakly at Apollo. "I'm... trying," he said softly, his voice filled with uncertainty.

Apollo nodded, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions. He had developed strong feelings for Andre during their time together, feelings that went beyond simple care or friendship. He loved Andre, not with the intense, consuming passion that Hades did, but with a deep, respectful affection. Apollo wanted nothing more than to see Andre happy, even if it meant stepping aside and allowing Hades to be the one to bring that happiness.