Hey, Little Songbird

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and feed at his hand

Ophelia blinked. She sat up.

A man with long dark hair had his head in her lap, her hand in his.

She wriggled out of his grasp, and he sat up.

His eyes were dark. He looked larger than life. He was...scary. Big and tall. He looked otherworldly. Was she dead?

She was about to scream when he smiled. "Oh Ophelia. You're okay."

And then he was so soft. When he smiled. So she, closed her mouth.

He cupped her cheek. "I'm so sorry. I should've never let you walk home. It was fault. It's okay though. We'll go on our date, and I'll make sure you never walk any where else again."

She cocked her head. An older woman stepped in.

"Mom," she sighed. "Mom what happened? Where's dad? And..."

"Come home with me, Ophelia."

She glanced at him. "And who are you?"

He smiled. "The man who's gonna marry you. I'm born for you."

"Is he always like this?" She glanced at her mother.

Her mother shrugged. "I don't know him. You just seemed around him. And I did a background check. He's not a felon, and his credit is good so I allowed it."

He frowned. "You really don't know me, Ophelia?"

She shook her head. "I mean...you look familiar. And I feel good near you. But no, I don't. Who are you?"

"I'm..." he sighed, looking down. "Your...boyfriend. But I was hoping more soon."

"Was?"

"Well, if you don't remember me, we have to start over. So it'll be a while." He smile.

Ophelia felt her heart pound. "Why is your hair so long?" She took it between her fingers.

He smirked "Do you like it? You told me not to cut it."

"Hm...it's nice. Soft. It makes you look like a god."

He smiled. "Well. You may not remember everything about. But you haven't changed."

"What's your name?" She asked, keeping her eyes on his hair.

"...Hades."

"Like The god? Are you here to take my life? Am I dead? Mommy are dead?" She looked up, her eyes starting to burn with tears. "Who killed you mommy?"

Her mother frowned. "Why do assume someone killed me?"

"You're kinda mean!" She shrieked.

Hades laughed. "No. No. That's just what you call me. My name is Adrian Hades. It's spelled the same."

Ophelia sighed. "Oh. You're so pretty Hades."

He smiled. "For someone who doesn't recognize me, you're friendly. Should I be concerned. It's very inappropriate—"

She smiled. "It's not like I kissed you, or anything." His lips turned up.

She looked down. "Mom, he's really boyfriend then?"

Her mother nodded in her regal way. "Yes. I've met this gentleman before. You were living with him. Still, you should home. Your father is worried sick."

"I don't want to leave her," Hades squeezes her hand.

"Well that doesn't matter young man. No matter what it looked like, I don't know well enough to leave my daughter with you in such a vulnerable state."

"I could say the same," Hades stood, his figure dwarfing the room, as his gaze intensified. "When I met her, she was starving, and you don't seem pressed for money, so how do you explain that?"

"Starving? Please. My daughter would never starve, she would come to us if she needed help."

"Well she didn't. She asked me for help. Maybe you aren't as loving a mother as you project."

"Excuse me?!" Her mother stood.

"I'm just stating facts. I don't know whether you'll care the way she needs to be taken care of. You certainly didn't attend to her needs while she starved with that poet—"

"How dare you accuse me of hurting my child! I may not have as much money as you, Mr. Hades, but I have enough to hurt you and get away with it."

He smirked. "Doubtful."

"Excuse me. Why don't we all stay together then?" Ophelia plays with her fingers. "Hades can stay with me at my parents house, in case he's a murderer."

"I—" Hades started. Ophelia glanced up at him. He sighed. "I agree to terms," he stroked her cheek the way he always did.

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