"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways."- Atticus
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I knew that there was no one else for this woman than me. With no apology to my brother, if I couldn't have her, then nobody would.
Athena brought out the ab...
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I barged inside my hotel room feeling completely drained. I threw myself on what I thought was my bed since I hadn't felt Ares' body, on it.
"Ares you would not guess what just happened" I said sleepily. He was probably sound asleep but I couldn't wait to tell him all about my first encounter with the members of my favorite band, though it hadn't been sweet or heartwarming at all.
There had been no crying and telling them how much their music inspired me to go on and me made me happy. There was mistrust, a drunk and an arrogant bastard.
A very fine, arrogant bastard.
These were my last thoughts before being completely knocked out by sleep.
I woke up very late in the afternoon, but I immediately felt that something was wrong.
"Ares," I groaned, "you didn't wake me."
Then suddenly, I was hit with a realization. Ares hadn't woken me up. Ares, who had been obsessed a few hours ago with getting me home. Ares who believed that the world belonged to those who woke up early.
Ares was missing.
My heart started beating uncontrollably, I was beyond scared. What in the world had happened to him? Could he had gotten lost? No way, he was fluent in Spanish, I was the one who'd picked french in high school. Where was he? Where in the world could he be?
I ran to the bathroom and opened the door in flash,"Ares?!". He wasn't there. I started spinning in the room. I felt dizzy, disoriented. My brother was gone.Then something hit me. I ran back to the bathroom. Ares's things were gone, on the bathroom counter there were only my beauty products. I got out of the bathroom and looked at the lone chair in the room, his jacket was missing, his backpack in the corner of the room was also missing, his bed was spotless and untouched.
Ares was gone. What was I going to do?
I sat on my bed, feeling so shocked I couldn't stand. I couldn't believe it. I'd never once imagined he could leave me on my own from his own accord. But he had, and it stung. When before, his protectiveness had been suffocating and unwanted, now that he was sick of me, it felt absolutely chilling. The way he had left was beyond anything I'd ever estimated that he could do.
It was all I could think about when I took my shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed. Had Ares finally snapped? I went to my travel bag after braiding my hair in two french braids and grabbed my phone. I had barely used it here in Spain, mostly because I didn't want to see the hundreds of missed calls from home, but now, I needed to try and call my brother. I was worried.
"Hey, it's Ares, if you can't reach me right now I'll try to call you back, but if it's you, Athena, fuck you." I pressed the hang up button and rubbed my eyes with my index finger and my thumb.
My hope had momentarily spiked when I'd heard my brother's voice say hey but it was quickly shot down like a bird by a hunter when I heard his voicemail message. In another situation I would have laughed at the 'fuck you Athena' bit, we had gotten our phones together, my voicemail said the same thing, except that I said 'but if it's you, Ares, fuck you.'
