~MCD SHITPOSTS~

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We both lay stargazing on the hill, the Milky Way above us and the maple tree behind us.

"What's your favorite constellation?" He asked, tracing a lazy circle over my stomach.

"I don't know. Kind of a city boy here. What about you?"

"Orpheus."

"Isn't that the guy who was a liar?"

"No, doofus," he said lightly smacking my cheek. "He had a lyre. He was the most beautiful musician to live. When he played, trees uprooted themselves to follow his music."

"Huh. Why do you like him? Do I have a reason to be jealous?"

"Ha ha. No, I like his story. He lost his wife to a tragic 'accident', so he went down to Hell to make a deal with Hades. Hades said yes, you can have your wife back, but on the way back up, you can't look at her."

"Let me guess. He failed."

"Shush. I'm telling a story." His hand stopped on my stomach and moved to my hand.

"My favorite version of the story is he grabbed her hand as they went up, so he would know she was there. As first, for the first leg of the journey, he was certain it was his wife. But then, he became uncertain. What if Hades was tricking him and it was another ghost?"

"Trust issues much?"

"They went along with the journey, but Orpheus became more and more distrusting of Hades. They made it to the exit of the underworld, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He spun around right before the exit, and was both shocked and relieved to see his wife. He realized his mistake as she started to dissolve, almost being solid in the sunlight. She was lost to him again."

"Tragic."

"He eventually killed himself, right outside the exit where he had made his mistake. Some people say he went to Paradise. Some say he became a rock, a secret entrance to the underworld."

"What do you say?"

His hand stilled and lifted from me. "I believe in reincarnation. I think he's out there, his story waiting to be retold again and again and again."

"Let's hope you aren't Orpheus."

"Thanks."