Alive || Muke

Treize

|| UNFORTUNATELY, THE CLOCK IS T I C K I N G . THE HOURS ARE GOING BY. THE PAST INCREASES, THE FUTURE R E C E D E S . POSSIBILITIES DECREASING, REGRET MOUNTING. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? ||

"i'm not marrying her," i say to my mother. we were having dinner, just the two of us. zeus was doing whatever people like him do. it was basically just like every other day of our lives. i didn't mind it, though. if zeus was here he would do nothing but talk about how 'great' rebecca was. he didn't know i was forced to love her -- well i don't think he knew. he probably did know at the beginning but thought what we 'have' now is real. i wonder if he knew it was nothing but a joke and i wanted to strangle myself at the thought of having to marry someone as pathetic as she.

she looked up at me, and smirked. "oh but what about your precious michael?" she says. i cringe at the way she says his name. she says the sentence with so much venom, it was almost as though she spat the question out. she made everything so much more difficult than it had to be. 

"he is no longer a sculpture," i state. she looked at me, confused. her eyebrows were furrowed, her nose scrunched up. it was like she could not believe what she heard. 

"so you finally got rid of the stupid sculpture?" she asks. i laughed at her comment. i would rather burn in hell repeatedly than get rid of michael. he was the only reason i came home smiling every night. he was the only reason i did not try to run away when he was a simple sculpture. if i ran, i wouldn't have been able to get him with me. the sculpture weighed more than i was expecting it to. i did try one day. i couldn't even lift michael when he was made of clay.

"of course not," i say. "he's alive, mother." 

her eyes widened. she dropped her fork. she took the napkin from her lip and wiped her mouth. "what do you mean 'he's alive?'" she said the question with so much hatred and anger in her voice. she looked so unpleased and annoyed with the thought of michael being alive. i, of course, knew why she was annoyed. it was because she now no longer was able to threaten me, and she knew that there was no possible way i would end up with rebecca now that the one person i am in love with came to life.

"i mean aphrodite turned michael into a human," i reply like it's the most obvious thing in the world. she looked at me like she was shooting daggers. 

"she couldn't have. i quit the bet before he could turn to human!" she yelled. her face was red, like she was humiliated. if this was a cartoon, smoke would have been coming out of her ears, and that was how i imagined her to be right now. i wanted to laugh at her anger but i knew that would only end up bad for me, so i just smirk. if she thought she was going to win this, she was more than just wrong. there was no one i would have even married the girl. 

"i think you're forgetting she is the goddess of love and can do anything." i say, emphasizing the "anything". 

she laughs. it wasn't those nice laughs. it sounded like she was in denial, and like she was just about to cry. of course she was going to cry, she will no longer get the money and the extra fame she was going to get from this wedding. "you're lying." she says but it sounded like she was saying it to try to convince herself rather than to me.

"i am not," i reply. "michael," i hollered. a boy with fire read hair and perfect green eyes walks in the room. it didn't matter how many times i saw him or how many hours i spent with him, i always saw him and thought of him the same way i did the day he came alive -- so fucking beautiful. he's smiling, innocently, acting like he knew none of this.  

"good afternoon, ma'am," he said nicely. i shook my head, smiling at the idiot i had fallen so in love with. my mother on the other hand looked horrified and pale. it was almost like she saw a ghost. 

"you're not real," she whispered. she was still sounding like she was trying to convince herself that michael was not real, that she was imagining this all. it was funny seeing her such a mess because she finally understood how i felt when she forced that stupid relationship upon me. she understood how horrid it was and how uncomfortable i felt. "you can't be real," she says, but a bit louder this time.

"why can't i be real?" he asked, scrunching his eyebrows. 

"he is meant to be with a girl! he is meant to be with rebecca and they are meant to fall in love! you shouldn't be here," she said rudely. michael looked a bit hurt.

"he's meant to be with whoever he wants to be with," he says. he looked like he wanted to yell at her or be rude back but he stayed so polite. i wondered how he was able to do that because if it was me, i would have lost my paitence with my mother the second she said he wasn't real. 

"no, he is not meant to be with whoever he wants to be. he is the son of a god. he is meant to marry whoever he was planned to get married to. not some idiot with red hair who comes out of no where and acts like he can give my son everything. you don't even have a house, you're not worthy for my child." she spat.

he looked very offended, but didn't say anything. instead to walked out of the room, and headed to my room. i shook my head at my mother and followed him. i knew she didn't like michael and she's made it very clear she wanted me to be with the girl, but that was no excuse. 

i walked in to my room and saw michael sitting on my bed with his head in his hands. "i'm sorry i caused so much trouble," he said.

i shook my head. he caused no trouble whatsoever and i didn't want him to ever think he did. "we just never got along. it had nothing to do with you. you actually make me so happy," i say sincerely. he smiles at me sadly. "how about we go to bed?" i ask. he nods and crawls to the other side of the bed. he lifted the sheets, crawling underneath them and kept them up for me to get in with him.

it was when i woke up i wished that i had offered to pack everything and leave because that morning instead of waking up with the beautiful boy who i had fallen in love with, i woke up alone. i waited and waited and waited for him to come back. he usually never left my room. when he didn't come back that night, my heart shattered slightly and a tear rolled down my face. there was only one answer for michael disappearing and it was hera.

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A chapter and the epilogue left what what what. I'm probably gonna end this book today, ohp.