It has been four days since I had last seen Aiden Cole. But with each new morning, I hoped that I will. Every time I walked out of the house and took my usual route to the flower shop, or if I ventured anywhere else in town, I would always hope to catch sight of the familiar head of black hair and the pair of beautiful black eyes.

But I didn't, and I felt a bit upset.

It was dinner now, and as usual, I was eating on the couch with my mother. The television was on, and we were watching Immortals on the movie channel.

Although I loved Greek mythology and get super excited every time the topic was ever brought up, I can honestly say that I didn't like any of the modern adaptions. In fact, I hated it. It was irrelevant and completely false. I wonder when will there ever be a movie on Greek myths that was actually accurate.

Mother quietly listened as I ranted and ranted about the inaccuracy of the movie.

"Okay. First; Theseus was not a mortal, he was a demigod. Second; there was no way that Zeus could kill Ares. Ares was immortal. Third; Hyperion was a Titan, and a good one. He was not some evil mortal king who wants to unleash the movie's so-called 'Titans'," I exclaimed in utter disbelief.

My mother laughed heartily as she listened to me patiently. "Gah! This is just nonsense!" I screamed.

I feel my mother's fingers running through my hair as she chuckled, "Calm down, Spring! It is just a movie."

I stared at her wide-eyed. "Just a movie? This is an insult to my most favourite topic! I bet historians studying Greek myths would be completely baffled by it!"

She didn't say anything, and I begrudgingly resumed watching it. After a few minutes, I ranted once again.

"Tartarus is NOT a mountain! It is a realm in the Underworld! Gosh, they can't even get that correct! Am I right, mom?"

I turned to look at her, and saw her staring at the floor, looking deep in thought. She seemed to have stiffened.

"Mom?" I said worriedly. "Are you okay?"

Finally, she turned her head to me and smiled. "I'm fine, dear," she responded.

But somehow, I wasn't entirely convinced.

But before I could press on, she shook her head in amusement and carefully took away the empty plate in my hands. She walked away to the kitchen as I began to get fed up with watching the dumb movie and instead decided to switch channels.

But after a few minutes, television got boring. As usual. I wasn't much of a television person. I preferred books and internet.

I switched off the television and got out of the living room. I saw my mother at the dining table, writing something on a piece of paper. But I didn't bother to ask what it was and instead just made my way up the stairs.

When I was in my private comfort zone (A.K.A. my room), I shut the door and flung myself on the bed. There, my laptop was lying on a white pillow, as though it was an offering to me.

When I had switched it on, I murmured to myself, "Let's see what fanfictions await me…"

So far, there were a lot of good fanfictions. I read a few about Hermes, a handful about Artemis and even some about Aphrodite. But as usual, the bulk that I read was the Hades and Persephone fanfictions.

I read through the first few new ones and skipped some. They were all the typical abduction plots, while some were about Hades' relationship with Minthe or Persephone's relationship with Adonis. I skipped those right away. I hated those types of plots.

And then, one fanfiction caught my eye. It was called 'The Olympians: Reborn'.

Lifting an eyebrow curiously, I looked at the summary.

A thousand years have passed, and the tales of Greek mythology have vanished from the knowledge of mortals. Without any worship, the once great gods have now disappeared into nothing. But what if, it finally comes the day when they will rise once again?

I pursed my lips when I finished reading the summary. It wasn't because I found the story stupid. It was because I found it unlikely.

Now don't get me wrong. I understand that this is fanfiction and that random people write whatever they please. I respect that and have no qualms with it. But I didn't want to read and let my mind be filled with questions like 'What if they did become reborn?' And besides, gods can't die. They continue to live. I have a strong belief that they are still alive. Maybe still residing at Mount Olympus.

I skipped that one.

After reading a few more fanfictions, I decided to do what I haven't done in a long time.

Gawk at pictures of hot actors.

(What? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only girl who does this.)

As I scanned through the many pictures of various attractive actors (ESPECIALLY TOM HIDDLESTON!) and gawk as if there is no end, I finally come to one of Gaspard Ulliel. But instead of seeing… well…. Gaspard Ulliel, I saw Aiden Cole.

And at that moment, I began to think of him again. I stared at Gaspard's face and compared it to Aiden's. And honestly, Aiden is much more handsome. And like I have said before, his features were perfect.

In fact, seemingly everything about him was perfect. His features were gaunt and his figure lean and well-toned. No wonder those girls at the cafe were admiring him. He looked as though he was a statue that was perfectly carved by an Old Master.

And then, I remembered his mesmerizing black eyes. I swear I have never met anyone in my life that had eyes that were his shade of black. His black was darker than normal black. When I had first gazed into his eyes, it seemed like black liquid and held many mysteries that I really wanted to know about.

Together with his dishevelled fathomless black hair, it went well with his skin tone, which was nearly the same shade of my peachy skin, only a bit paler.

I sighed in content and slid my eyes shut as thoughts of him filled my mind. His smile was the one I remembered most. I felt, for some reason, that it was kind of like a private smile. A smile for me.

"Spring? Are you asleep?"

I opened my eyes and sat up in my bed to see my mother standing at the doorway.

"No. I was just thinking about something."

A smile played on her lips as she entered my room. She gazed at the bookshelves on the wall to her right, then to me, then to my laptop.

But for some reason, when her eyes went to my laptop, the smile on her face dropped.

"Who is that?" she asked in a voice that was kind of strained.

I turned my head to look at the computer screen and saw the image of Gaspard Ulliel still pasted there. I blushed, and stammered, "It's a French actor, mom."

She takes a step closer to look at the picture of him more carefully. It kind of felt awkward, seeing my mom studying Gaspard Ulliel as though he was a new breed of flower that she had not seen before.

Finally, she pulled away and I quickly cancelled his image and shut my laptop. Turning back to her, I asked, "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head, looking at the ground, and said solemnly, "Nothing. That person just reminded me of someone I'm not so fond of remembering."

Then, she relaxed and looked at me with a raised, amused eyebrow. "And I thought that was your boyfriend."

I crinkled my nose. "Boyfriend? Please, mom. As if a girl like me could get a guy like him…."

I heard her sigh and she came closer to lift my chin with a finger, causing me to look into her eyes.

With an assuring look in her dark olive green orbs, she said, "You don't need a man in your life. As long as you're happy with yourself, you're fine in life."

I smiled at the thoughtful piece of advice. Seeing me smile made her plant a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Now get ready to go to bed," she said as she touched a finger to the tip of my nose. "You don't want to get eye bags, do you?"

I giggled and shook my head. I know it was childish, but I enjoy being childish with my mom. She was the only person that was the most closest to me. The only person that I love and cared for.

She then turned and left the room, leaving me to get ready for bed.

"What is he doing, dear sister?" the redhead questioned the blonde.

"He is preparing," she murmured. "Preparing to meet her once again."

"Does she remember him?" the brunette asked quizzically.

With pursed lips, the blonde shook her head. "When she was reborn, her mother had fed her the waters of the river Lethe. She is still doing so now."

The redhead's green eyes widened. "How did she get the waters?"

The blonde sighed. "I do not know how. But she had attained it fifty years ago. At the time of the last reborn."

"Fifty years and there is still plenty?" the brunette gasped.

"Her mother was smart enough to only feed one tiny drop. And the waters of Lethe never goes stale," the blonde murmured disappointingly.

The redhead shook her head in dismay. "The waters must be thrown away! She cannot consume anymore! She cannot forget any longer."

Looking away, the blonde replied, "We shall wait and see, dear sisters."

Saturday morning could only mean one thing.

Grocery shopping.

My mother and I were at the local supermarket, going through the aisles and filling our shopping cart with groceries we needed. We opened the flower shop and one in the afternoon, but wanted to get some snacks first. The store was pretty full, despite the fact that it was ten in the morning on a Saturday.

"Look at this box of chocolate cookies, Spring. It's half-priced. And I remembered this used to be your favorite," she said, gesturing to a shelf on her left.

I look at the beige box of chocolate cookies. I don't recall eating it before though.

"Get it, mom," I advised her.

She nodded her head and grabbed a box, putting it delicately in the shopping cart.

"Is it alright if I go around on my own for a while?" I asked her. "Call me when you need me."

She nodded her head, and I turned and walked the other way. Walking aimlessly for a while, I finally found myself in the fruits aisle.

Many juicy-looking fruits caught my attention. And because I was bored, I took the time to look at each and every one of them. I would also randomly pick up a fruit and squeeze it gently, testing its firmness.

And then, I saw a bunch of dark red fruits at the end of the aisle. At first I ignored it, thinking it was just apples. But I don't remember apples having a very round, onion-like shape.

I then smacked my head when I realized that they were pomegranates.

My attentions roused as I moved closer to the pomegranates. Now, having read a lot of Hades and Persephone stories, I knew that the pomegranate was a big part in the tale, because it was the very fruit that bound Persephone to the Underworld for six months.

I cocked my head to the side as I studied it. I have never actually tasted pomegranates before, and would most certainly love to try one. So I reached out for a red pomegranate.

And just then, a hand grabbed the same pomegranate.

Author's Note:

Quite proud with this chapter :) And I hope you do not mind that I mentioned Tom Hiddleston. I am an obsessed fangirl...(T~T)

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