A/N Ha…This one was a little complicated to write. It's darker and more tragic than the last chapter. It makes me sad but I think that most of the mortalxgod stories end sadly... I'll probably give two to Ms. Grace: one for Thalia and one for Jason, but don't expect me to write the second one in a while.
Even if I only knew
you for a few months, I
knew I was in love
with you.
You were so funny and
just understood my
complicated life all
too well.
It was the night when
you took me to that
hotel room. I'd learned very
well what love
felt like before, but
you gave it a different
meaning . I needed you to
be with me forever, so
I begged you
to marry me, but you just
shook your head, but
you did promise to
stay with me as long as
you could.
Weeks came by and
I was pregnant with
your child, but you seemed more
worried than happy. I
didn't want to abort her despite
what you asked because
I wanted to have a
family with you
so we could
be as one. Until the day
she came. She had
your eyes and
my face. She was you
and me. We.
Us. I wanted to
share my joy for her with you but
I couldn't find you
anywhere. Then I realized
you left me
Alone.
Overwhelmed.
Confused.
Shattered.
Then I realized, it wasn't me. It was
the child's fault.
You didn't want a kid
and I had to face the consequences.
Piece by piece my
life began to crumble.
When I took her
home, there came more
stalkers and
storms and
robberies and
interrogations
as though they
came to destroy the
girl's existence. I thought that if I
killed her this would've
all ended and you'd come back but
then I kept remembering that
it was my idea, and so
I had taken the
burden, but
I needed
to see you again. If only
there was some way…
In my room, there are feelings I can reminisce
from when you were with me:
Sweetness
Bitterness
Dryness
Tension
Longing
Perfection
Intensity
Happiness
and I can have it all again
when I take a bottle.
I'll open one just so I can
see your face again.
I'll take another gulp just so
I hear you laugh with me again.
And
I'll finish it and open another just
so I can love you again.
As long as
I stay in this room,
you can be with me and
I'll be able to forget
it all.
Forget the TV stardom,
forget the paparazzi,
forget the storm outside my window
forget the stupid crying I can hear
in the next room. And if I can swallow as much as
I can, I'll be
able to finally
forget this curse that
I brought upon myself.
A/N This story is very sad (and long). I think that it was long because I had to tell a completely different and darker story than Sally Jackson's. A lot of the references are pretty subtle, so if you don't understand a part, feel free to ask.