He was young. He was… stupid. You were probably the best thing that had ever happened to him, but he couldn’t realize it at the time, too caught up in his arrogance. You forgave him for all of his faults, looked past who he was, he wasn’t “The Ghost of Sparta” to you, never was, and never would be.

But, he took it all for granted. He threw you and all your love for him to the wolves and continued on his journey of causing pain and suffering everywhere he walked. In time, he learned to forget you, or so he thought.

Now, here he was. Matured and he had an ache that he knew… only you could fix. He needed to find you, he knew it was selfish. He’d taken you for granted all those years ago, he didn’t deserve the time of day from you, but he had to try…Right? So here he was… approaching the edge of the cliff where you sat with your back to him.