For once, I detest the term family first.

For once, I hate being defined by whom I pray to.

For the first time in a long time, I wish I never met you.

You said we would not work. I prayed to Poseidon and you to Athena.

We should never mix.

We're a modern day Romeo and Juliet, I'd scream into the silent pillow I burried my head in.

I believed you when you said we would work.

That we were perfect for each other.

But here I stand, looking at you look at him with hopeful eyes. Looking at your fingers twitch as his breath tickles your ears. I could see you fall for him as you did me.

But our families would never accept it.

I looked at him with bloodshot eyes. I clenched my fists when he whispered into your ears. I started to fall back into the pit I called home.

All because we prayed differently.

Hello fanfiction. This is a bit of a one shot loosely describing something that's going on in my life. It's centers around the idea of interfaith relationships and how we're ruled by religion in some parts of the world. This is set in a mortal AU.

If people are interested I might develop it further. Otherwise I'll leave it as it is..

Thanks for listening.