“Thank you, Marilyn” Vera said, grateful that the woman trusted her.Vera had always thought Marilyn was too good for Anderson, but she had never had the guts to voice out that thought.Something had always looked off about their marriage, Vera could perceive it, try as they may to hide it.Marilyn and Anderson were what people would call a celebrity couple, always at an event grinning at each other from ear to ear and holding hands like letting go would be hurt.But she knew these things a little too much for her in good. She had found it interesting that a good percentage of the community of elite couples was on this too. Her parents, including, her father, God rest his soul before his death, wasn't the best, but he was and would always be her father.She remembered vividly when she was grown enough to understand what her father was doing.While he wasn't physically abusive was emotionally and verbally abusive, the first time she had witnesses, it was when her mother was working as
The sound of a soft lullaby woke her from her somewhat troubled sleep.She had been having unsettling dreams, she wouldn't admit they were nightmares. Just a certain feeling of uncertainty, like she was being warned about something from the past. Or something that was coming in the future.The nearest future, probably.She still dreaded the just-ended war. It was gruesome. Deciding not to start her day with that thought, she jumped out of bed to get ready for her daily meditation. It was the fuel that kept her day smooth and running. That made her feel light and happy.The only thing that was still keeping her in one piece.She brushed her teeth, made a smoothie, and put her hair in a bun. “Alexa play meditation playlist,” she said, laying her mat down.“Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.Find balance. Now, breathe.Let it out, the negativity, the bad thoughts, the stress.Release everything.”She exhaled as the medication voice ended.Now it was going to be a good
“She's somewhere in the back, she should be here soon,” Hermès said, looking away from him.As much as it wasn't Ivan's fault, which Hermès was very much aware of, he couldn't help but feel some kind of dislike towards Ivan.The man had unconsciously, without his knowledge, made Artemis fall in love with him and Hermès had seen the look in her eyes when she said she didn't want him.She was serious and seemed so sure about it, so much he knew he did not stand a chance against what she felt for Ivan.As if on cue, Artemis walked in from the back, her eyes searching for them.Hermès met her gaze and held it for a second, silently pleading with her to see him, to notice him.But Artemis' gaze let his, traveling to Ivan, whose back was to her, he saw the look of adoration that crossed her eyes and his heart bled even more.The longing in her eyes was hard to miss, anyone with eyes would see how much she wanted him, anyone but Ivan himself.Her eyes slowly stared at the back of his head, d
“Hera, Hera, Hera, Hera, Hera,....” Ares heard her more clearly as he moved closer to her. Panic is written all over his face. Was his worst fear coming true?Was her brain only picking up bits of the war?Why didn't she remember their love before the war?Was it not strong enough?Why was her brain choosing to punish him?“Hey hey, I'm here. What's going on? What did you see?” He asked concerned as he drew her to his chest, trying to calm her down.Tears started streaming down her face as she started sobbing.“Did you know her?” She raised her head as she asked, her eyes sore from sobbing.Afraid of what to answer, he rested her head back on his chest and rocked her, hopefully, to sleep while he contemplated on how to answer her.“Why do I remember the death of someone I didn't know?” She asked him again, this time she didn't look up.He was fighting off his tears too. He was afraid she'd feel it.“Don't worry, we'll make sense of it. You need to rest now.” He assured them while tryi
It had been exactly 48 hours since Mr. Anderson’s threat, and Vera had yet to receive any summon from the court. She has spent the past 48 hours being paranoid, checking her emails and her mailbox when she got back from work.Calling Marilyn to inquire why had crossed her mind, but she hoped Mr. Anderson had changed his mind, that would be of utmost benefit to both of them.On her part, there would be no scandal of any sort, and on his part, he has his peace and avoids the trolls that her supporters will throw at him.But it was Saturday, and the last thing Vera wanted was to have her mind occupied by thoughts and worries about a man who didn’t seem like he could keep his word.The thought that maybe she was just being overly paranoid crossed her mind, but she pushed it aside, perhaps Ivan was right. He mostly was, on several occasions, she could recount. Ivan, she thought. They hadn’t spoken since the last time he dropped her off, she had thought to call him, but he owed her and Ha
Mother Isis walked into her office, to say she was tired was an understatement. She adored her job, but she didn’t quite like the stress that cameAs a professor.Her love for science and literature has fueled her these past few years, bringing her to where she is currently.Being a professor had opened her eyes and mind to the possibility of peace and togetherness, she had spent the last five years teaching younger generations the truth she had found.She had barely sat when a knock sounded on her door, she wanted to rest. Standing for two hours wasn’t excellent for her aging body, and just when she thought she could have a break, someone was at the door to disrupt the quiet time she had planned for herself.“Come in,” she said, taking her glasses off and settling deeper into the chair.“Professor Hudson?” Of course, it was Mary, she always had this thing where she made Isis do a little after-class explanation for her.“Mary, I told you” Mother Isis whined, “ask your questions in cla
“You both are being childish right now,” Ivan said, letting his gaze dart from one to another.“She is being mean,” Hermes defended himself. “You were asking obvious questions, and I gave the appropriate answers,” Artemis said, not looking at him.“Enough,” Ivan said, spreading his palms on the table for extra effect.They both kept mute, each glaring at each other, Ivan knew for sure something was wrong with the two, but he was not ready to interfere.“I found Hades, and that’s the perfect lead that we need,” Ivan said to change the subject to more important issues.“Yeah, I’ll ask the guys to track his every move,” hermit said, immediately switching moods.“Yeah right” Artemis snorted They both went back and forth with each other again, Ivan looked between the two and knew he would rather be nowhere in the world but there. He had given up after a couple of minutes of trying to get them to act civil, quietly slipping out of the bar.It’s been two days since Ivan and Vera spoke, an
So many thoughts clouded Sara's mind as she showered. She hoped that they would truthfully answer all her questions about what she saw in her dream. What did it mean? She couldn't remember any war, or was it a blur? Something that happened and she couldn't remember? It could be, after all, she wasn't blind before and here she was.The scent of her coconut soap hit her nose. It comforted her, it brought back memories that were strange to her. Memories that felt familiar but nostalgic, leading her back to the dream she had. That scent was connected to whatever she saw in her dream. Hopefully, the explanation she was going to get would illustrate everything.Suddenly, she got a quick flash as she was drying her body. It was a time when she was in that same state and Hera walked in on her, and she shouted her name and told her to leave the room.Why did that name keep coming up in her mind? Hera.Who was Hera? And why was she so concerned about her death? She was just trying to grasp the