he waited six months to find her again.
between crowded hallways, and messy streets,
he saw her.
she was happy,
but not with him.
and he had the decency
to beg for her back,
only to be spat with her words,
"find someone else."
to which he responded,
"i did, but i don't want them."
eros bow had hit him hard with gold,
and her with iron.
she could not imagine him back.
she could not crave him.
their secrecy had pained her,
whether she had loved him then did not matter.
she was happy,
and if it was to be with a handsome mortal -
it was better than ares.
he had hurt her.
he knew that.
and it was too late.
he knew that too.
