Forgotten (a solangelo story)

Chapter XVI

"I have no need for any sympathy, instead, I just want to forget it my self." I look up at Will, who stares down at my fake smile, likely wondering what I'm going on about.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, but if you ever feel like it, you can always talk to me." He smiles at me, I guess he's feeling slightly awkward, I would if I found out that I had a boyfriend who I had forgotten because of gods having an argument.

We reach my cabin. The sun was beginning to go down which created a orange glow over the horizon.

It looked so beautiful, too beautiful even.

My cabin was pitch black inside, personally I wish it was more of a grey, even though I'm Hades son, I still want light. I don't want it to be as dark as it was then.

Never again.

Everyone stopped as we walked in, they had got a bed that looked better than it did before I was forgotten.

Maybe being forgotten isn't so bad, it helps me stop holding grudges against the friends I love.

Forgotten make it seem like I've been taken away, makes it seem like I can never come back and if I do, it would only be for a bleak second. An idea, a memory maybe.

A memory sounds right, something of the past. Something that can make your whole world different yet for better or for worse.

I've been forgotten, and I think I'm starting to like it.

We placed the desk beside my new bed. Everyone looked around at the nearly finished room.

"Thanks everyone, I don't know what I would've done without you." I look up at them all, even though they don't remember me, at least they still act the same.

They all left my cabin, saying there goodbyes whilst they walked to their own cabins.

Alone again.

I collapse onto the bed, the mattress is comfy. Maybe I'm getting too used to this.

I really think I'm enjoying the fact that nobody remembers me.