'He who has never seen sadness will never recognize joy'

Khalil Gibran, writer

Pov. Sally

I walk this empty street I walk down this empty street

One on the boulevard of broken dreams

Where the city sleeps Where the city sleeps

And I'm the only one, and I walk alone.

Continuation flashback

"Now can you tell me the truth?" - I looked scared back and got lost.

Okay, I've seen men, men and men, but that one! Oh my Good! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. That certainly was not a man. He was a god. Tall, with the bearing of an Olympian god, and sea-green eyes that gave you the impression that you were drowning. I do not know how long I've been staring at him, I even looked like a schoolgirl drooling over the impossible face. I only noticed when he cleared his throat clearly embarrassed waiting for an answer, it was then that I also noticed that he was incredibly blushing.

"Err, m-I'm sorry-for I stammered, my gods what he'll think-who else would you?" He looked at me with an amused smile in front of my nervousness.

"I'm Poseidon Eddard Jackson, decorated for the queen and blah, blah, blah," he said amusedly, "but you can call me Poseidon and you must be Dr. Sally Beiragraud, right?"

"Yes, Sir Poseidon, my gods and goddesses, and who knows who else, he knows who I am. What? I thought so? I urgently need a strong extra express after my shift.

You looked at me with a funny face and said.

"I do not think you need to be nervous like this, I'm not my father, I'm sure I'm younger and more beautiful, no?" You're too beautiful to look like that, "I blushed at the comment." And leave the formalities to him, too? " And then? Can you tell me what my father has?

And now? What was I going to do? It was in the face that I could not lie to that man. I could barely look at him without blushing. But I could not tell the truth. Not only Mr. D's reputation was at stake more than the whole hospital along with mine.

"Well Si ... err, Poseidon," I began, "what I said to the press and what your father's chart says," I said, trying to sound convincing.

"I understand," he said, "but tell me Sally, can I call Sally?"

- Of course - why am I nervous? This is not normal. Sally calms down, calm down he's just another man. And what a man saw, what a man.

"So Sally, you can tell me who made this file, because it's more than obvious that it was not you."

And now? I thought. What do I do? He found out. Mr. D is sure to have a heart attack or stroke start for sure, after he's done killing me.

"All right," I breathed heavily, "now all that remains is to tell the truth - I do not know who made the chart sir ..."

"Poseidon," he interrupted.

"Okay, Poseidon, I do not know who made the file or what your father has, but as far as I know, he already has a medical team treating him.

"Um, well, I already suspected the old man ..."

"But look," I said desperately, looking nervously to the side as if expecting some mythological monster to come out of nowhere and attack me, read a Mr D angrily because of my lack of secrecy - Do not tell anyone, for Please do not even mention my name, okay?

"Okay, but Sally-" "I did not let him finish, and hurry up, by the way, almost running toward my office wishing you a good time that made me sound like a grunt."

- Gods! I exclaimed after I entered my room and closed the door behind me - what he will think I am. Some kind of paranoid person who does not even know how to have a normal conversation. "I took a deep breath and let those thoughts go, and I focused on my work for the rest of the day.

That same day my room was invaded, yeah, that's exactly what you read. Invaded by a Poseidon making me an invitation to dinner. He certainly looked like his father. He did not take no for an answer and practically blackmailed me to go otherwise he would torment me every day by going to my office. Which I did not mind at all, but I accepted the invitation. After that day we continued to leave and soon began dating. He was certainly not the kind of man every girl dreams of. Although he was always kind and gentle and very handsome, he was not always present. He lived traveling and disappeared for days and sometimes months. But I still loved him. Even because love overcomes barriers and distances. Barriers because when Sir Cronos knew we were together, he practically freaked out. He did not accept that his son and heir would have a plebeian over American. But we are still together.

In the same year I got pregnant what was the fuse for the father of the man who was now my fiancé. Sir Cronos did everything to get the idea of marriage from his son's head. He even forced him to stay in court as one of the queen's rulers, thinking that the distance would have some effect. But contrary to what he imagined we were getting even closer. I was practically happy and fulfilled, until that day. Just to remind my heart to sink into sadness, I practically go without ground only with the memories that always haunt me.

I was eight months old, and my belly was huge. At first we thought they were twins, but the doctor assured us that they were not. I was pregnant with a boy, my had no happiness. And he would tell everyone how his boy would look like his father, strong in personality and handsome with his sea-green eyes, as if he were not at all convinced, but from all that, I practically melted when he he said that our son would be as gentle and wise as his mother. We were happy and scarcely knew what misfortune was already knocking on our door.

That day I had gone out to buy some clothes for my same Poseidon baby insisting that it was not necessary, since we had already bought almost everything in the first month of pregnancy. But I knew he was afraid something would happen to me. He was practically very protective for a few months. Always as nervous looking as if I expected something really bad to happen at any moment, but no matter how much I ask, he always told me it was nothing.

I was accompanied by my friend Silena. She was a very famous pediatrician and we worked in the same hospital. For those who look at her if she knew her could always see a beautiful smile on his face, but what almost nobody knew was that she lived always bitter. She never told me why, but there were some rumors that she had lost a child in the last month of gestation has never been the same after that.

We had just left the mall and walked along the sidewalk talking animatedly when, out of nowhere, a black van invaded the sidewalk and came toward us. I caught the moment. I did not know what to do, just took my hands to my belly and thought about my baby. I felt the impact against my body and I extinguished.

I was semi conscious, only seeing images that formed distorted around me. A desperate Silena kneeling beside me crying and shouting intelligible words and a small crowd of people around me ... now I was lying on a stretcher in a high-speed car, I think it's an ambulance because it had a loud buzz in the background, the paramedics were connecting several devices to my body until I feel a hook in my arm and I erase again ... now I am being carried along a long white corridor with a mask on my face, several people around me were talking to the At the same time, my eyes were heavy, I blinked twice and this time I turned it off.

I woke up feeling as if my body had been pressed against a wall. I opened my eyes with some difficulty. I was still drowsy because of the brightness of the room I soon recognized as a hospital.

"Sally, oh, thank the gods," said an embarrassed voice, I looked to the side and saw a Poseidon with large dark circles and tired eyes but now shone with happiness and anticipation.

When I saw him there, my smile opened immediately, but then he died as he reminded me why I was there. I took my hand to my belly and saw that my little one was no longer there. My heart froze. Poseidon looked at me with concern but then spoke

"Stay calm, Sally," he said, stroking my face. "Our boy is fine. He was born prematurely, but the doctor said he'd never seen a boy born so healthy, "he finished by smiling openly," you have to see him, my love, he's beautiful.

I smiled at the comment, but I remembered something.

"Silena," I said at first, my throat scratching with effort.

"She's fine, at the time of the accident he managed to divert, then called an ambulance and called me talking. Too bad we could not catch the driver. He managed to get away, it seems that everything was armed, because as soon as he hit you another car appeared and he came in getting away. he snapped.

He would speak more, but we began to hear shouts from the hallway and soon after shots. Poseidon jumped to his feet and stood beside me, holding my hand protectively.I felt my heart tighten and I held his hand firmly.

"Poseidon and our son?" I said looking apprehensively. He was as pale as a ghost. He was reluctant to leave me, but when he made mention of leaving the door he was banged open. A man in a suit and with an injured arm entered the room exasperated and spoke

- Sir. I'm sorry, I tried, I tried for real, but they took it.

I did not need an explanation to know what, or rather, of whom he spoke. I looked at Poseidon, but his eyes were wet. At that moment I understood. Whatever they take, they took my boy. And I had not even seen my boy, I thought. Poseidon was static, but at least he had seen it and me? With that thought I began to cry awoke from the torpor and hugged me comforting me.

"Calm Sally, everything's going to be fine," he began, I wanted to believe those words, but I knew I was fooling myself.

"How everything will be fine, Poseidon," I shouted. "They took the m-my ... my boy. And I haven't even met him and have been taken from me.

"Yes, Sally," he said with a serious expression, holding back the tears that kept falling. "Everything will be fine, because I think I know who did it," he said with such confidence that I even believed. That's when we heard someone shout from the door

- I knew!