I remember when I first met Heracles. He was sprawled out on a bench, facing the sea. A cat was purring at his feet and another was stretched contently across his lap. His head had fallen back, resting against the back of the bench. I remember how astonished I was. How could it have been possible for someone to be that beautiful?
~Even as I look his face now, I still get that same feeling of when I first saw him. He is still that strange boy to me, asleep with the cats.~
To be honest, I was curious. I walked up to his sleeping form. The cat on his lap stirred and looked up at me. Its bright green eyes shocked me. After giving its gray and white fur a couple of licks, it began rubbing its head on the sleeping boy. The boy didn't open his eyes. He just put a hand on the cat. The cat stilled and layed back down. I realized that he was still sleeping when I heard a soft snore.
I began to laugh. He had such a serene expression on his face, surrounded by cats, and he was snoring. On a bench. In the most gorgeous country I've ever been in. Still giggling, I looked up to find piercing green eyes staring intensely at me. He removed the gray and white cat from his lap and stood up. He yawned and stretched in a very feline manner. I opened my mouth to say something. Not even looking at me, he turned and walked away.
I was quite shocked. No one was ever that rude to me! I swiftly caught up to him. He stopped and looked down at me. "You. What do you want?" he asked. I was stunned again. He was so... abrupt. I froze up. He just stared down at me with his harsh green eyes. "You aren't from here," he stated. I nodded. "I'm sorry to have woken you, it's just that you were sleeping there on that bench and those cats..." I trailed off after seeing his expression. He tilted his head to the side.
"Who are you?" he asked. "Amelia," I responded. "Amelia F. Jones."