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.