Being beautiful wasn’t a curse. Never was, never has been. But beauty is pain. Being a child of Aphrodite is a blessing. That’s what everyone says. But is it really if that can be taken away from you?

“Dear. I’ve warned you one too many times about the future. I don’t want to have to do this.” Her voice was soft and she was in her normal form.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, your mother and she was going to take away your pretty privilege. Al because you are ignoring her warnings.

Why couldn’t she just let you live your life?

“I don’t want you to suffer, my dear child.” She said soothingly, her dress flowing and hands cupping your cheeks. She looked like she’d cry.