The Girl that Hades called Persephone

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Chapter Twenty

Everyday, H would come and meet me by my dorm. He would bring me a flower everyday, knowing that I had loved them very much.

You going to take me down the tunnels all the way to his world. Sometimes we would sit in his office, or in my room. Sometimes we have a lot of work.

He was a very busy person, but yet he had made time for me. Soon it had become routine.

It even came to me bringing my laptop with me to the underworld, and yes to my surprise, he even had Wi-Fi. I would type my essay for so long, and he would do his work from his desk, but every 5 minutes we would look up at each other, smile, and blush.

“Hey H,” I asked him, making him put down his folder.

“Yes, Steffi?”

“Why did the picture go to jail?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because it was framed,” I said, grinning like a dork. He just smiled, and shook his head.

“Silly,” he said.

“Hey . . . . what do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire? Frostbite!” I said, laughing already at that one.

He gave a pity laugh, and asked, “Weren’t you suppose to be doing your assignments? You told me you were behind.”

I shrugged, placing my laptop on his desk. “I was done a little while ago,” I said, getting out of his chair.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

I walked over around to his desk, looking at all the paperwork. “Because you were busy.”

Even when he was sitting down, he was still taller than me. He turned his seat, and faced me, just a couple feet from me. I lead on his desk. “Does it ever get too much for you?” I asked him.

“Well, it’s my job, it’s what I have to do,” he said. “I didn’t choose this line of work.”

“Who did?”

“My brother,” H said, in a very monotone voice.

“Who is your brother?” I asked. Hades raised his eyebrow, waiting for me to answer my own question. “Oh! Right . . .”

He ended up laughing and tried to return to his work. “I will be done soon.”

I picked up some papers, looking through them. “This isn’t English,” I said, realizing I couldn’t read a lick of it.

“It’s Greek.”

I placed the paper on his desk. “Oh.”

“And you should not be reading my papers,” he said, taking it from the spot I placed it on and relocating it to the other side of the desk.

I cleared some more of his papers, moving them. I hopped on his desk, sitting on the edge. He lean back in his chair, watching me. “What are you doing?”

“I like sitting right here,” I told him.

He scooted his chair closer, leaning forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “I like you right there.”

The way he was so close to me, I felt my stomach drop. Sometimes, I felt like I was crazy, that I was making this all out. This all had to be a dream.

If it was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

“Come, I am tired of all this work. Let us go take a walk.”

“Okay, but can we check on the garden?” I asked.

“Of course.”

We made our way down the long hall. We always linked arms together. Mostly because I didn’t want to get lost in a mansion like this. I couldn’t imagine living here, knowing every corner of this home. I wondered if H had known, or if he was still too busy with work and stuff.

When we got to the garden, I saw that my flowers and my trees were starting to grow a little more. I simply told Hades what I wanted in my room, and the next time I had visit, they were there. I even brought in some plants we were talking in class, so I could study them in person.

My favorite one was the olive tree. Something about it always drew me to it. It was in the corner, away from most plants.

But I always visited the plant first.

Hades would follow me, almost be in my shadow, and usually I hated people being that close, but with him, I wanted him ever closer.

“Your garden is doing really good little bird,” he said, looking around.

“This one is my favorite,” I told him.

“Why is that?” he said looking at the little olive tree.

“I don’t know,” I said, sitting down in front of it.

“Are you okay?” he asked me.

“Yes, just. . . . tried,” I told him. “What time is it anyway?”

Hades looked to his watch and frowned. “Late. I shouldn’t be keeping you this long.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’ll go home soon.”

Hades kneeled down next to me, and brushed my hair, the way that he always did. “You sure you are okay? You look tried.”

“I am, but it’s okay. I don’t like going home.”

“Why is that?”

I blushed. “Because . . .. I don’t like leaving this place.”

He laughed, and sat down, inching his way closer to me. “Most people would do anything to get away from this place. You, little bird, want to be next to be here?”

“Yeah, it’s weird, right?” I asked.

“No, I like that you don’t want to leave. . . . have you thought about living here? With me?”

I looked up to him, staring right into his eyes. “You want me here? Like, 24/7?” I asked him.

“Of course.”

“Wouldn’t I annoy you?” I asked.

“No, never. It’s been a very long and lonely life for me. I have no one around me. My brothers all have wives, and mistresses, and children everywhere. But . . . I don’t have anyone.”

“Oh,” I said. “Why don’t you?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

“My mother would freak out,” I laughed, looking away. But when I did, he touched my hand, and with his other hand, placed it on my cheek, making me look back to him.

“Steffi, it would mean everything to me if you lived here, with me.”


“Persephone,” he said, something in his eyes flicking, like a candle with a match to it.

“Yes Hades?”

“I . .. I have never felt this way about anyone before. And when I’m with you, I feel warm, and it’s something that’s hard to explain. What do you feel around me?”

“I feel like I never want to be away from you.”

“Me too,” he nodded. “Persephone . . . I think I love you.”

My heart sunk, my cheeks burnt, my stomach twisted. “You . . . you what?”

“I don’t know how else to put it into words. Ever since I met you on that bench, there is just something about you, something that never makes me want to run away from you. Something about you, I just can’t stop thinking about you. It’s hard to describe, but every thought, every breath . . . it’s all you.”

“Hades,” I said in a near whisper. My knees were weak, making me thankful that we were sitting on the floor.

“Persephone, I . .. I’m sorry if-”

Something inside of me exploded, making me spring from the floor, and into his arms, and my lips on his. He didn’t pull back, he didn’t let go. He embraced me into his arms and gripped me tighter.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he pulled back and looked right at me. He placed his forehead on mine, and couldn’t stop smiling.

“I love you too,” I whispered, grabbing his hand, and listening to his sweet low laugh.

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