“Someday, I’ll become a famous artist and you’ll be the most beautiful art I’ll ever paint,” Artemis whispered in a soul-deep love.

You believed life was perfect, simple, sweet. But you only thought it was.

Now, there, Artemis, laying still and lifeless. Cold. Gone.

Tears poured down your cheeks, silent and endless.

“A poor boy like him doesn’t deserve your tears. For fuck’s sake, you’re a princess.” your father snapped.

Your heart had already shattered. Your soul felt hollow, numb.

PRESENT DAY

“They were a tragic pair,” he murmurs. “But maybe red string theory applies to them too.”

You smile softly as your husband kisses your temple. “Just like us,” he says. “You’re my soulmate, my beautiful wife.” Sean said.

“I’m gonna hit the bathroom,” Sean says with a quick wink. “Wait for me here”

You nod, distracted by a piece nearby. A haunting painting of a woman with sorrow in her.

Art by Atreus, the placard reads.

You step back and bump into someone.

“I—I’m so sorry,” you say quickly, turning to face him.

The man gives you a gentle smile. “No, it’s fine…”

A sudden pull in your chest, like your soul just jolted awake after a long, lonely sleep. You don’t know why. You just know that you know him. Somehow.

"Uhm... I'm Atreus" he smiled. "You are?"