Disclaimer: I don't own Greek mythology. I'm only sixteen, not thousands of years old!

Forgiveness- Helen and Menelaus

She still couldn't look him in the eye. It was Helen's first night back in Sparta.

All through the weeks of the voyage from Troy, she hadn't been able to make eye contact with her husband, afraid of what she would see in his eyes.

She sat on the edge of their bed and he stood before her.

"Menelaus I-" she began to weep.

In an instant, Menelaus knelt and took her hands in his own,

"After all these years, after everything you did, it still kills me to see you cry" He tenderly stroked her cheek,

"My Helen, always."

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