a shell of a man, pathetic and overgrown, haggard and sullen. grief had overtaken the demi-god. allowed it to form a shell around his heart as he continued to live out his life. alone, away from everyone and everything that he knew. afraid to face reality, afraid to go back to something that could never be. not anymore. this was his life now, and he was CONTENT.
❝ -- fcuking hell. ❞
he bit down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood as he's locked mid-step. stuck in his tracks as not only her scent but her voice rings clear in his mind. he could never forget her, his person. 'did you care for me, love me?' the question makes him grit his teeth, and it takes everything in him not to turn the other way. she's here now, however that came to be. ❝what are you doing here soraya?❞ he's yet to make eye contact, yet to find the right eyes that belong to the right face.