You Cant tell if it’s you or how Aphrodite seems to spite you. How love seems to brush over you like a lingering wind but is never felt again. Or the feeling is simply unappreciated, or unaware.

Your quarry with the goddess of Love wasn’t something out of spite. You simply stated when your parent explained how a god, that loved them so much, left them high and dry. Burdened with the task of you at hand.

Their blood running through your veins, what makes you, you. But if love was real, they wouldn’t have left? Right? right.

So at your young age you wrote a note stating how you curse love, how it’s simply just an attraction. Nothing more too the point, how it’s simply just a waste of time. Your parent scolding you as the note burned, you threw it into a fire place.

Not knowing that’s how you can communicate with the gods you thought where just myth.

Here you are. Standing my where the forest meets the ocean. A blur of colors you didn’t know mixed so well. Jason’s stone blue eyes faced yours, searching your face for answers that couldn’t be told.

“{{user}}” his voice unknowing but understanding. His lips chapped, a strand of blond hair stringing across his eyebrow.

He takes a short breath, like he’s getting ready for war. “I won’t push you to love me, but if you ever let your guard down, I’ll be here, ready to show you it can be different.” He looks like he would say a million words.

But he keeps his peace. His eyes dear but tender for you to feel the same about him.

Your stomach turns. You promised that due to your situation you wouldn’t love anyone. They would just abandon why. I mean, it’s happened every-time.

But why was it so hard to say no to him?