Mistakes of the Past
I stand slowly, unfurling every inch of my height. “Understand this, thávma. This was not planned or done with any intention of hurting you, and this baby will be just as much yours as ours.”
The Story of Eros and Clio, a love that spanned multiple lives and thousands of years…
I stand slowly, unfurling every inch of my height. “Understand this, thávma. This was not planned or done with any intention of hurting you, and this baby will be just as much yours as ours.”
“Oh, I have something for you,” he says, letting me go. Eros reaches into a bag beside him, pulling out a small golden baby blanket.
“I’m doing something different for my family,” I murmur, coming to my mother’s side, kissing her forehead. “I will always love you, Miteras, but I won’t make your choices, your mistakes. Things will be different for me, for Clio.”
“A cucumber?” Hedone asks. I cover my flaming face with my hands. Really, Eros?
“It’s, uh, representation, for uh, male genitalia.”
Eros bows his head as the imposter raises the scythe. I manage to break the hold of the dream. I run at her and tackle her to the ground.
My body feels heavy, and I do the only thing I can think to do. I wrap my arms around him from behind, holding him tightly. He shakes at my touch, going stiff. Even my hugs don’t help him.
It’s just dreams. One night. It was a fluke, and I hurt her. I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my immortal life.
A little part of my soul breaks when I hear those words. He really thinks I am going to leave him? After everything we have been through?
He grabs my throat, rolling off the couch and pinning me beneath him. I gasp for breath. Grabbing his arms, I struggle under him. I look at his eyes and I know instantly this isn’t him.
Reaching forward, I swipe my thumb across her lower lip in thought, murmuring, “I’m not whole without you, Aren…ever.”
“If you wanted some love, all you had to do was ask,” I smirk, strolling off the elevator without a care in the world.
“Things will always try to come between us and fight to tear us apart, but it won’t matter, they’ll fail. They’ll have to. The only thing I care about is you and our daughter. In the end, that will always bring me back to you.”
“Well, how do you feel now? Wingless and soon to be headless, at the hands of the only woman you ever loved.”
She pouts at me, and if she were standing, she would likely have stomped her foot. “T-that’s not fair!” “When has Love ever been fair?”
“Did you know? Did you know this whole time? Was this some kind of sick joke you played at my expense?”