Persephone

The faded memories came rushing back, swarming through my head. My legs grew weak, forcing me to my knees as my hands clutched my throbbing head. Flashes of good mornings and good nights twisted and turned around my heart. I remembered finding the ring, the gate, looking into the eyes of my beloved, and the last goodbye I said. I remembered the heartbreak as I was pulled from my home, and the months I spent yearning for him to rescue me from hell. My heart tore apart at the wave of her laughs, smiles, and flirty touches she gave him. Anger flared up in me as remembrance of the night I saw her with him. As it all flowed into small clusters of memories, with my head calming, I could once again stand.

The fourteen in front of me watched as I stood on sturdy legs. My hands fell to my sides, clenched into fists. My body no longer shook with pain, but now with anger. My eyes flicked between all of them until they landed on him, my beloved. The one that had supposedly been looking for me endlessly. The one I loved more than anything. And right next to him was her. She smirked ever so slightly and blew me a kiss, the minty smell of her breath reaching me from the other side of the room.

It was at that moment when I knew she couldn't be here any longer. As I raised my hand angrily, prepared to attack her, he spoke. His voice was sweeter than a rose when I heard it for the first time in forever, and once again I crumbled over the one word he said.

"Persephone!"