Aphrodite

our ending

I didn't want it to say my ending, but in fact, that is what this will be. The morning after I wrote the last letter, the sun shone on my face and lifted my spirits. My nightgown matched the curtains as I stepped on the edge of the window. My room had big windows that went from the floor to the ceiling, but there wasn't a balcony attached to it. I stretched my arms so the wind could blow under my arms and I could hear the birds chirp a familiar sound. It didn't take long for me to realize that I heard your voice. This could have been my final sign that could have made me jump, but I wouldn't kill myself in a non-spectacular way; you know me to well for that.

Then I went to have breakfast with the Prince but after seeing what they were going to give me, it wouldn't have hurt if I had jumped out of the window. I faked feeling morning sickness so I could take a walk alone. Then, still in my nightgown, I walked to the pond and the river and the lake and I dropped my tears in the waters. I ran to my final destination: the cliff that I wanted to throw myself off after my father gave you to the Prince. Once again, the waves crashed against the side but when I sat down, my legs over the edge, it calmed down and I could hear the foam sizzle. I fell on my side, exhausted from running to the cliff and away from my problems.

Perhaps I never told you this story, but please remind me if I did. My father has never been a great man or someone who loved the people who loved me. He despised my mother, because she had tied him down after he got her pregnant. They met on a party, just like you and me, and my dad fell in love. Not with her personality, but with her looks and her status. So I think he was jealous of us, for the fact that I was able to find love in so many more ways than he did. My mother was never ill, but died during labor. She cried, because she knew she wasn't going to make it and because she knew she had to leave her child with the man she hated the most. I believe nobody knows this story, and I guess that has a reason. Now I don't want to be dramatic, although I have been dramatic all my life, but I don't want to go the same way as my mother did.

While the sea was calming down under me, I could still feel the thuds against the wall. In the distance I could hear the voices of the Oceanids singing to me. I cried one last time before my pain would be taken away by the ocean, I still felt hurt even though you were so close to me. And then I stood up and looked at the sun that had spread its positivity with me some hours ago. I closed my eyes and let myself fall, into the ocean and soothing chaos. I wish I remembered what it felt like, to be one with the ocean and to turn into foam but I did remember you holding my hand. To be with you in Heaven was all I wished for and I truly understand what you told me; some loves aren't able to exist without sacrifices, and so was ours.