Two Years Later:
I was furious and heartbroken. She is with my brother. She is going to bear him a son. A son that should have been mine.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
Nine Months ater:
Perseus. She named him Perseus. I smiled gently at the thought. Did she only name him Perseus for good luck? Or was it because she missed me? I couldn't help but hope it was because she missed me. Because I miss her.
Eleven Years Later:
I was walking through Manhattan, thinking of the day I met her, fourteen years ago. She's married now, to an evil and filthy man, to protect her son. The son that should've been mine. I was so lost in my thoughts I bumped into somebody. I quickly caught them before they could fall.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I murmured while looking down at my hands.
"It's all right." the person murmured.
My head shot up. I knew that voice. I looked into her dark blue eyes that held pain and longing.
"Sally..." I whispered.
"Zeus..." she said quietly.
I raised my hand to stroke her cheek, but she flinched, and I saw fear in her eyes. I filled with rage.
"Does that bastard hit you?" I hissed.
She refused to look at me.
"I'll kill him! I'll kill him if he lays a finger on you!" I whispered.
She looked up at me sadly.
"You can't, Zeus. I'm sorry. Goodbye." she whispered.
She kissed me gently but passionately. I kissed back. I needed her kiss, I lived for her kiss.
"Sally..." I whispered once she pulled away.
She turned and walked away. She always walks away.
