" She was merely a Goddess who wrote his name into the sun to show him that he was merely worth the sun to her" Alex Jones
Hades
Rage and sorrow a mix of emotions none 'in which I like I wanted to wipe their pity off of their faces as we sat once more at the oak table 'in the manor. "God it is my fault" their heads turned my way judging me with their wit and grace and not one of 'em muttered anything. I saw the note appear out of thin air any other time I might have been infuriated with things like that happening "Faye magic" we all seem to say 'in union, I hiss under my breath afraid of what the note consisted of, or what the note was laking of.
The note was neatly written not trying to encave the intent I knew even before I read what was written that it was black mail.
I knew that they wanted something, and I did not want to know what 'it was, yet then there was fear which hung around me causing me to breathlessly wake up 'in the middle of the night.
breathlessly perching for something that was not even their God, I miss her I refused to wash my bedsheets just because her scent still lingered 'in the silk comforters from the night before she was taking when we made love.
I block out my thoughts and ignore the gaping people that have suddenly appeared around me patiently waiting for me to share what was written with in the note, but I can't bring myself to do so I could not even find my own words.
I slowly open the note, but still I said nothing there was not even a peep from the crowd their was nothing but silence.
YOU ARE READING
The garden of roses
FantasyMy head starts to pound louder and louder till every bone 'in my body seemed to grant way, and gravity pulled me down, and then the orb goes merely black. Is this what death looks like for immortals I asked myself. I peered into an abyss of nothing...
