Hey, Little Songbird

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"You should start learning Italian," Adrian whispered, his eyes on hers.

Ophelia smiles. "What about you?"

"I already know Italian. Italian, German, Japanese, Mandarin, and a few others."

"Polyglot? I'm jealous."

He chuckled. "You also already know I could speak multiple languages. Are you really alright, little songbird?"

Ophelia sighed. "Everything's fine. I'll trim your hair soon."

He lifted a strand, to his eyes. "Ah. It is getting long isn't it?"

He got up, as the tea he'd put on the stove began to whistle. He got two mugs, pouring it carefully. She watched him.

He was so pretty.

"Here," he handed her the mug, cocking his head as she stood still. "Are you alright?"

"You're just so pretty, Hades."

He looked away. "Is that so?"

"I've always told you that." She whispered. She took his face between her hands tenderly.

"Adrian..." she whispered.

"I'll make this up to you," he promised lowly. "All of this. Leaving our home, not being able to protect you. I'll make up for it."

She smiled. "None of this is your fault, Adrian. The fault is mine. You know that, don't you?"

He kissed her softly. "Why would anyone want to hurt you, Ophelia? You're so soft and sweet."

She glanced away. "I am a monster from hell,"

He said nothing. Maybe she was. But that didn't mean he loved her any less.

"Ophelia. Ophelia." He chuckled. "Even if you were a monster from hell, look around you. Hell is right here on earth, so you're in your element right?"

She chuckled. "You don't really think that matters do you? I don't deserve to be happy."

"I don't care what you say, Ophelia. I love you more than anything in this world."

He smiled, putting his mug down, cradling her face in his hands. He put his forehead to hers.

"I don't know what I'd do without you. So...even if you don't think you deserve to be happy, you're my happiness. Stay with me."

"I don't want to drag you down with me, Adrian. When I pursued you...I thought I was safe. I thought I could...be happy but—"

He shushed. "Ophelia—"

"I don't want to hurt you, Adrian. I won't hurt you. I won't hurt this child either. But I'll only curse you by being with you."

Adrian clenched his jaw. Everything was slipping from his hands. Why? Why was this happening? He was finally happy.

"Don't be so cruel to me, Ophelia," he closed his eyes. "Why would you give me love just to take it away? Please...don't."

She sighed. What choice did she have? But he looked so devastated. It didn't look good on him. No. Everything looked good on him. Even sorrow.

She kissed him gently. "I won't," she lied in a soft whisper.

He laid his head on her shoulder, knowing she wasn't telling the truth.

"You're always honest with me, my little songbird," he whispered.

She nodded.

"I know. But my wings still work, Adrian."

He held her tighter. "We'll make a new life in Italy. We'll be happy, Ophelia. If it's the last thing I do in this world." He swore.

She just smiled, stroking his hair. The tea had gone cold. Her chest was so tight...she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Ophelia," he whispered sadly, nuzzling her, "Ophelia..."

She closed her eyes tightly, as he kept saying her name, begging her not to do what they both knew had to be done.

Such a sad sound.

It was her fault. She should've stayed with Eric. She shouldn't have assumed she was safe. That she could have anything.

That she could be happy.

"Ophelia," he said softly, going silent.

A monster from hell. She always knew that's what she was. But of all the crimes, breaking his heart would be the worst.

Ophelia...

Her name echoing in her ears, hurt heart so badly. She cried silently, holding him as he slept in her arms.

Why? Why?

She touched her belly. If she could just have this child...

If she could make it until then.

Hey, little songbird? Sing me a song.

She smiled. Singing softly.

Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon.
Though it's the end of the world
Don't blame yourself, now

And if it's true
I will surround you...
And give life to our world
That's our own...

She got up carefully. He stirred feeling her absence. She started to sing again.

Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon.
Though it's the end of the world
Don't blame yourself, now

She grabbed her coat, and his keys.

And if it's true
I will surround you...
And give life to our world
That's our own...

She casted one last glance at his sleeping form longingly, as she stepped out of the house.

Thank you...

She left, the air feeling cold.

Adrian opened his eyes.

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