The Gods of Olympus

Chapter 12-Revenge...Ish

Hera stormed into Zeus's chambers. 

She would not sleep in here tonight.

She spun around, looking at each thing in the room in turn.

Her eyes finally landed on a mirror, and her eyes stared back at her.

In the reflection, she looked weak.

Afraid.

Jealous.

Alone.

Tears stained her cheeks and her makeup was smudged. 

Hera grabbed the mirror and threw it on the ground, shattering it into a thousand pieces, so that a thousand tearful eyes stared back at her.

She whirled, taking out her next round of anger on a blue vase that sat on the bedside table.

It shattered as well, the glass of the mirror and the vase mixing together on the carpet.

She ripped the curtains off the wall, raked her fingernails through a painting, kicked over a table.

None of it was enough.

Her chest was heaving, and her hands were cut from the glass of the vase.

What could she do to get rid of this horrible feeling?

How did she make it go away?

"Hera?" Came Zeus's voice. "Hera?"

She sniffled, and slammed the door shut.

Someone knocked. "Hera? Hera, let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain!" She wailed, putting her face in her hands. 

Zeus opened the door. "Hey, hey. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He tried to embrace her, but she moved numbly out of his reach.

"Look, I messed up." There was a peculiar look on Zeus's face. One she'd never seen before.

"I promise it won't happen again."

His voice was soothing.

His words were soothing.

He promised. 

Hera sniffed, and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "Why?"

"What?"

"Why?"

"Why did I kiss Leto?" 

Hera stared at him.

"Look, let's just put this whole thing behind us, yeah? I'll never, ever ever do it again. I swear. Just give me one more shot."

Hera blinked. "One more shot."

"That's all I need. Please?"

"Okay," she said, nodding to herself. "Okay."