I never imagined I would fall to the temptation of procrastination so easily but I have. I'm sorry. So to make it up to you guys, I'm going to.....uh...........uh.......write more chapters?

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Chapter14

Hades POV

"I think we should call Persephone." I said. To even think of losing her was already hurting my heart, the heart that not too long ago started beating. Eros yawned.

"Sure, do you have her number?" He asked.

"...."

"Come on, spit it out."

"I don't have her number." Silence. Eros started to laugh.

"YOU DON'T HAVE HER NUMBER?!" He laughed. I swear, by the color of his face I would've mistaken him for a giant cherry.

"We didn't have time to exchange.." I looked away, suddenly interested in a particular rock.

"Really, Hades. You manage to learn Kore's inner workings but you don't get her number? That's sort of messed up, man."

"Do you think her protective mother would like it if her trophy started to pay attention to the god of the Underworld?"

"What do you mean by "trophy"?"

"The only reason Demeter had Persephone was to make Zeus pay more attention to her. Zeus only chose Hera as his wife because she was paying more attention to Poseidon and me." I spat out, disgusted. Eros laughed.

"Who knew Zeus was such a jealous old ba-"

"Eros!"

"What? I was just gonna say 'old bat'. Is there something wrong with that? So...what has that got to do with anything?"

"Didn't I just explain it?"

"Hades, you're talking to me." He said with childish abandon.

"Ha, ha, you're right, I am talking to the guy who killed Romeo and Juliet, AND left me to deal with them."

"They killed themselves." He grumbled and crossed his arms.

"Even the purest of Loves comes with a price."

"Not every love!" He protested.

"No, but in the end, death seems to rule over everything." I said sadly. A depressing silence overcame us and I bent my head down a little. Then, Eros did something totally random and yet so expected of him.

"Why so glum Mr. Sad Pants?" He said in an irritating voice usually used for babies.

"Shut up."

"Come on, who's a happy person?" I rolled my eyes.

"Me." I grumbled incoherently.

"Who's a happy person?"

"Me." I said again, only to make him shut up, that is.

"Who?" He grinned.

"ME! OKAY, ME! I'M A VERY HAPPY PERSON!" I yelled.

"No, you're a mad person." He said in the irritating voice again and placed his hands on his hips. I walked away from his annoying aura.

"So...what was so bad about Romeo and Juliet? Didn't they get sent to the Elysian Fields?"

"Yes." He walked forward a bit until he was near me.

"So what was so bad about them?"

"Even in death they still loved each other. What's up with that?" My brows furrowed slightly. It scared me a bit, to be totally in love with a person, to be trapped forever with the other, to only think about the he or she for eternity and to accept all of their bad behaviors that irritate you.

"Is it so bad to love another so deeply that nothing matters to you?" He asked.

"No, it just bothered me somehow. Weren't we talking about Persephone earlier?"

"Oh yea....Let's call Athena! .......Hey, you're doing it again!"

"What in the world am I doing again that has irked you so deeply Eros?" I said, tired of talking to this ditsy cupid.

"Going off subject!" I stared at him intently. Very intently. So intently I could see the sweat forming on his forehead. He coughed. I turned away and stalked towards my horse. Then I asked something totally unexpected of me.

"What does it feel like?" He looked shock.

"To love, you mean?" He grinned.

"Yea, to love." I said my eyes misting a bit. I cringed waiting for a big momentous, fast paced speech. Instead he sighed.

"It's like...it's like music and fireworks and ice cream and", He leaned on a branch and put his head in his hands with a dreamy look on his face, "and just knowing that she could have picked out of the millions of people in the world but instead she picked you." He said, his voice growing soft. I leaned against my horse.

"And that's just the tip of the feeling, you know. It's like running down a windy hill on a sugar high in early autumn, just knowing that if you trip up you just might get hurt, but you don't care. Nah, cuz you're only sunshine is holding you up." He half sang/whispered.

"But then it feels so cold like winter. It's like frostbite....but you like the snow and the warmth inside so you stay for a bit longer and then you're rewarded with Spring and even better Summer." He sighed dreamily, "Summer." He sang.

"How long does Summer last?" I whispered, imagining "Summer". He sighed dreamily.

"Forever."

"Forever." I sighed happily.

It felt weird. Some parts of me didn't want to love. Other parts of me wanted to kill the other parts and roast them on Apollo hot flames until the other parts finally conceded. And other parts were afraid and reluctant of getting rejected. So I just ignored all of my thoughts and just was. Then I began to think I was bipolar. I chuckled and resumed to just being.

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Aww....I really did enjoy making this chapter; even though it was late. I heart all of you guys who read and/or reviewed and stayed with me. Now I would like to respond to some people.

To hi: I went somewhere else and let me tell you, it was soooo boring.

To Cyntherea: You're not being a bother, I like people reviewing my stories and telling me that they love it. It's an awesome feeling, so thank you for reviewing.

And thank you all for reviewing

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