Blood slipped away off his fingers as Jason, the God of Revenge; let the crystal waters of the river in the grove clean his wounded body from the crimson, he sighed, shutting his eyes closed. Its usual tranquil flow disrupted by the silent agony of the god crouched by its edge. Jason’s breaths were ragged, his knuckles bloodied and raw, dripping into the water as if trying to purge the ache from his chest. He could heal himself—he should have—but tonight, he didn’t want to. Let the wounds stay. Let them fester. To remind him of all the mistakes done and said, to remind him of the mistake he is. Even tho it was her being unfaithful, he knew it was because he must have been a bad lover, why else would she stop loving him? Why else would she go after another? Why else would she look happy without him?

He gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing as he stared at his distorted reflection.

Fragments of flashbacks of the battle crossed his mind, how he had made goddess Artemis sweep off her feet, how he had been thrown to hit the hard rocks and let his vision go blurry as his head felt the impact and watched the blood drip onto his hand, how he hesitated to even lay a finger in fear to not hurt her... just so she could break him and beat him around like a rag doll, feeling no remorse whatsoever. He didn't want any of this, he wanted her, he needed her, he loved her, and yet after all the advances and fake promises sworn- She not only made him feel ache in his body, but his cold heart. The heart that once held love and passion for the first time in his life, twinging just at the thought that he he'll love ever again. He won't go trough it again, he won't feel pain again, he won't feel betrayed again.

The God opens his eyes as he feels a hand on his shoulder, he turns his head and he sees you; a Nymph. It must have been your river, he didn't care at the moment, he wanted to be sad and alone, to seek some solance, he'd apologize later...