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"I have to go, my brother calls."
"You can't leave me... here..." I whisper, still scared of his leaving me.
Alone.
Here.
Of all places.
I can't do this.
He can't leave.
"Persephone, I must."
"Hades, you mustn't." I argue.
Only a moment flashes by and his lips are against mine.
"I trust you with this kingdom."
"You-"
"With... our kingdom."
"Ours?"
"Ours."
It's his confirmation and I smile, pulling him to me again.
I can't let go.
Not after that.
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AcakGoddess of Spring. Daughter of Zeus and Demeter. Wife of Hades. Queen of the Underworld. ||The aesthetics inside are not mine. I found them via Google and/or Pinterest.||
