"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

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"I'm tired of being second all the time behind Eros, Mom. He has a title, Cupid, and what do I get? I get rubbish, that's what. I just want to know what will get me to the highest ranking of your eye, Mom." Harry, son of Aphrodite, was down on his knees as he begged up towards his stunning mother. Her long hair fell down her shoulders and back, as her eyes lay peeled on one of her many sons. She had indeed favored her son, known to most as Cupid, the most. Harry was just as handsome in features with his dimpled smile and green eyes, but Aphrodite had not been impressed by him as much as Eros. Her red stained lips parted. "You want a quest?" Aphrodite's voice laced with interest. The curly haired brunette nodded, his hands clenching to each other in a desperate manner. Aphrodite thought for a moment, wanting to come up with something to test Harry's true power of love that he was supposed to be born with. "You must bring two humans together, and get them to fall in love. You have three months, my son. Maybe then you will be compared to Eros." (cover by moonxriver)

It was an unspoken agreement between us. Some nights he would show up at my window and I let him in, no questions asked. And the next day, it was forgotten; we just continued on as the strangers we were to each other.

His voice is the only thing that puts me to sleep as he cradles me in his arms. Now that he sings to me one last time, I could sleep peacefully, forever. { cover by @plutoe }