wasn't it gonna be the two of us
Grim had left. He'd gotten all the information he needed.
Ophelia glanced at Hades who was staring at the window.
His reflection seemed to captivate him.
"You're so pretty," she remarked.
He frowned. "I look exactly like my mother...but I have my father's eyes. He says I don't but they're his."
She smiled. "Your perfec—"
"They disgust me. When I was younger, I wanted to tear them out every time I saw them. I just can't look away."
He turned around with a fragile smile. "I find myself doing things he does. Saying things he would say. I try to be confident. In who I am. But at times I can't tell who that is."
Ophelia took his hand. He patted her head. "Just ignore me. This is been a harrowing day—"
"Say what you want," she said. "Just like I do. Just say it all."
He paused. "What do you do, little songbird? What do you do with DNA? Nothing. There's nothing to do. All that violence, that obsession, that...that's here in my blood too."
He turned around. "Nothing about is pretty. Nothing about me makes me happy. Because all I see is him. What if...those things are inside me? What if, one day. Someone looks at me like I looked at him?"
"So, I just don't want to look. I don't want to look at my own eyes. Even though nothing I do can stop the blood running through my veins."
"And that's why...I hope I die. I hope we both die. So that this disgusting blood can cease to exist."
She squeezed his hand. "Please don't die, Adrian."
He smiled sadly, putting his hand on her head.
"Don't worry. I'm too much of coward. Besides, I don't plan to die alone. If ever find myself drowning, I will be taking him with me. Hand in disgusting hand." He kissed her head, walking away, slipping his hand out of hers.
She caught his hand again. "Won't you live on for me?"
He paused, glanced back at her. "Oh...songbird," he sighed deeply with regret. "True pain—When a human wants to die. Love can't save that. That comes from hating your existence. I don't think it's possible to stop that."
"But you're not going to hurt yourself are you."
"Of course I am. But not in the way you think. I just...have to look in the mirror."
She glanced away. "And if he disappeared?"
"Hypothetically," she shot. "Would that makes you feel better?"
He sighed. "I don't know. But don't worry. I'm okay, Songbird. Nothing's changed. It's still the me I've always been. I'm going to head to bed. Come join me soon."
She grabbed her shirt, he heart throbbed. The same as it's always been?
That's how he always felt? That pain was always there?
Dear god. She looked up at him. No it couldn't go on that way. She couldn't bear it. Not her Hades.
"Now that he's gone," Grim came in through the window. "I'm guessing you want me to off the father?"
She didn't question it. "Yes. How much."
Grim sighed. "You're a friend of Cassandra. You get one murder free. Are you sure this how you want to spend it?"
She looked up at him. "Grim...get rid of him please."
He smirked. "Sure you can take that murder on your conscience?"
She turned around. "You know who I used to work for. I don't really have one anymore."
Grim chuckled. "So everyone says. Until they do the one thing. Cross the line the didn't know they had."
"Don't worry about my conscience, Grim. Just get rid of him. He's hurting my god."
"I'm sorry, god?"
"Thank you Grim," she smiled. "I'm in your debt."
He rubbed the back of neck looking away. "It's free, alright. And it's on my way. Goodbye, Ophelia."
"Please tell Cassandra I said hello," Ophelia smiled. "And that I miss her."
Grim paused. "Will do."
He went out through the window he came into, and Ophelia smiled.
"Ophelia," Hades called. "Come to bed."
She smiled, turning the light off, and going into the bedroom. She put her pajamas apart, getting into bed.
Adrian pulled her into his arms. "Are you sure you're okay," he asked. "I didn't mean to burden you—"
She held his hand. "I love you Adrian."
He blinked, and then smiled. "I love you too, Ophelia."
He smiled. "You love me? Really?"
She nodded. "Really. I love you. And I'm going to marry you. We'll be happy, Hades. We will."
He squeezed her hand. "You really think so, songbird?"
She smiled. "I know so. And I always say whats true don't I?"
His eyes closed. "You do. That makes me feel better, songbird."
He fell off to sleep, slowly. She couldn't sleep. How hadn't she ever seen the pain he walked around with?
She wanted to scream and cry. But instead, she just decided...
"I'll make you happy, baby." She kissed him. "Just wait and see."