Hades

epilogue

Dear Hades

Whenever I'm gone, I want you to know a few things, which I never told you.

Maybe I was too scared, or maybe the moment never came up, but I want you to know.

I love you. With all my heart, and it frustrates me I won't be able to remember once I wake up. You've changed the way I think of myself. And that I won't remember either.

But Hades? Over the time I've been here, I've grown to love you. I've grown to see the mythical person as more than just a myth; as a man. A beautiful man. A passionate man. And I wish, even if it may not be me, that you will find someone to be the recipient of the passion and love you are so willing to give.

I've been spending a lot of time thinking. And what I've come to think of is, how different I've perceived myself while being here. On Earth I have two siblings; they're twins, a boy and a girl. They are the love of my mortal life, and I won't ever live without them. I think, maybe, it was my brother you saw in the Globe that day, you came by and asked about a guy.

Well, here's a thing or two about my childhood. It wasn't a happy one. My parents were drunkards, they lived off the bottle and just barely spent the money to feed us. My siblings are seven years younger than me. When my mother died, I was twelve, my father found it in him to change his life. He had help, he found a new wife, and he got his life back on track.

But being twelve and having to get used to a new way of life? That takes a lot. My stepmother is great in her own way, but she expects me to be like my sister – that's were that insecurity came from. My sister and I don't look alike, though we share some facial features. My sister was too little to have known our biological mother, so this new way of life was a welcome distraction from the past.

Hades, I struggle with finding my place on Earth. It's gotten better since I moved out. But you made me see, that I don't have to change. I can be me, I can be the me I want to be, and I will be loved by the right person for being me. That sounds like some sentimental bullshit, but it's true. It's a shame I won't remember.

There is one last thing I want to let you know; I may not have chosen to end up in this coma, but once I wake, I'm sure this will be the best dream I've ever had.

I love you, and I hope to be able to remember, once I return to your realm.

Love,

Stella