Medusa had her share of ex lovers. They came and they went, never truly seeing her without being turned to stone. She lead a lonely life, her home; one empty spare for herself and the statues of those unfortunate. That was, until she met you. You had stumbled upon her home, unaware of the dangers, your eyes grey with the blindness you bore since you were a babe. She tried to turn you away yet you stayed, her curse laid useless to you.

So, she watched as you walked her garden, your steps quiet.