April 3, 1217 B.C.-
I've been weaving and unweaving Laertes' shroud for three years, and the suitors have no clue about me deceiving them, to postpone myself in marriage. No one could replace Odysseus, and I rather die alone then be with someone who is not him. So, as I sneak into the room to unweave my work, I hummed a song softly to encourage myself to complete the task ahead of me, not knowing that I was being watch.
I rather die alone, then be with someone who's not you
Because no can compare and do the things that you do
You're the only one who has the key to my heart
But since you're gone it's has crumbled apart
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Save Me, Odysseus
Short StoryThis is a spin off of Penelope and Odysseus love story. It is a short story. Hope you enjoy. :)
