Death's Partner//Thales Series #1 ✔️

A Heroine✔️

Psyches P.O.V

We were all walking away from the amphitheatre. To say that it wasn't a lot to take in was an understatement. A lot had changed this holiday, and I hate to think what would happen at school on Monday. This, whatever it is, needed to stop before Monday. Exactly six days. No pressure.

I was walking away when somebody shouted my name. I turned to see Luke standing behind me.

He somewhat resembled Jake. I will never call him Death, by the way. He was always Jake to me. Even right now, no matter what he was doing, Jake was still that boy that stood out in the crowd like a lit match in the darkness.

Luke stood around 6'1. He looked around twenty with a perfect body. Well-defined muscles strained his clothes, perfect white teeth, blue eyes, white complexion with blonde hair. What made him like Jake was the force he exerted towards himself. He brought attention to him, unlike anything else.

"Would you please accompany me for a while?" He asked. I nodded and followed him.

He took me to the main entrance and opened the door for me.

"Please?" He gestured inside. I followed.

The inside of the building was even better than the outside. The walls were lined with pictures of families who I assumed lived in here. With all the pictures and the big fire place in the back, the room had warmth all over it. One wall though was different. It had an elevator and stairwell which I got in. The elevator obviously.

Luke took me up all four floors till the top. There we got out into a hallway. Both directions had only one door. Luke took me to left-hand door.

"What is this?" I asked as we walked.

"This is Jake's floor. He wouldn't accept it at first. It used to be just one big room but Jake only accepted it this way." Luke explained. He opened the door to reveal... a museum.

It was huge. At least two rooms with private closets and bathrooms could fit in here. That huge. The left wall had bookshelves as well as the right wall. I turned to find the walls surrounding the door had paintings. I turned once more and dropped my jaw.

There,edged in stone, from top to bottom, was the Passage.

"Every day I would find him here, reading that. " Luke explained. I turned to see him watching me intently. He then took two strides and stood before me, and wiped the tears that were falling.

He turned to the wall.

"Would you do the honours?" He asked me. I knew what he meant, so I nodded.

"I wrote something for you. For me this is the best way to express the way I feel. Reading from a phone and not looking in your eyes as you see my weakness. I don't know what this is, but I can tell you its given me something I can't repay. Inside I feel unfamiliar, afraid, scared even. I usually feel like I know whats coming but with you I don't. I can't see anything in the future or in other minds when I'm with you. Instead, I find myself looking at myself. Looking for all my flaws. And I'm afraid. Here I am, reading this to you and I don't even know how you feel and that too is my fault. It makes me scared to know that I lost my chance with you, and this could blow up in my face. But I love it. I love being afraid and scared. For the first time ever I actually enjoy it. Remember the day I gave you a chocolate for your birthday. Or the day I cried and you gave me shoulder to cry on. Or the day we listened to music together as I sang the lyrics. All those moments are precious to me. I'm the last person to answer this question. What is love? But I think this is the answer. Maybe it was Francesca and Tyrese or maybe it was just us but now I have an answer. I want to be with you. I want to hold you while we watch batman movies together. I want to take you to watch movies and then disagree with you on how you're awesome. But in reality my life sucks. I want to see all those flaws in me because for the first time I want to change. I now want to be Logan or the beast, so I can kiss those lips and be the man you want me to be. I know I didn't bring anything with me, and I know I should've. Maybe a chocolate or a bunch of roses or a ring. Maybe that would've made it better. But here, talking to you, these words feel more valuable than a gold ring. I want to be with you. I want to Psyches boyfriend. I want to take you to Paris away from here. I want to marry you. I want to have a bijillion rand wedding with your entire family just to pay the alcohol bill. I want to buy a little puppy and name it Psyche. I want to be rich and have my two kids there. Remember our son and daughter. I want all those things. So will you be with me?" I choked on the last word.

The tears were falling now in heaps. I remember that day. He wrote this on his phone and was supposed to tell this to me. Instead, he gave me his phone and went to change for hockey practice. Even though he was supposed to tell this to me, me reading it alone almost made me cry.

I laughed sadly, still choking on my tears," You know how many times I had to tell him that afraid and fear was the same thing? But he wouldn't have it. Always so stubborn."

"I can imagine. It has been quite a while since I've seen that side of him. I brought you here to see this but there's more."

This time he just grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door to the opposite room. Inside was a bedroom but what immediately caught my attention was the sun. The walls surrounding the room (except the walls surrounding the door) were windows. I didn't realise we had been inside so long that the sun was rising but that didn't catch my eye. The Sun was shining directly on a set of female armour. It glowed with the sun.

"Take it and find him." He begged me.

I slowly put the armour on. Why was I doing this? I have no clue. I never wanted to be a soldier but as I strapped the bow and arrow, I knew I was crazy.

"Let's get on with it."